He clears the table, then picks up a Jenga piece and rubs it between his fingers. “So. Are we playing?”
18
Asher
“Oh, you’re going down, Doc,”I say as I collect the wooden pieces. “You’re looking at the reigning Jenga champ.”
“What?” Claire huffs a laugh. “Is that a thing?”
“No, it’s not. But I am excellent at Jenga. I have very steady hands.” I wiggle my fingers between us, but her attention lingers on my face for several seconds, her eyes heated.
The way she’s staring at me makes me think that came out way more sexual than intended.
“You sound very competitive, Greer,” she goes on. “You’re not going to throw a temper tantrum when you lose, are you?”
“Oh, I’m very competitive. It’s in my blood. You do not want Millie and me on the same team. I’m warning you now.” I wink.
I construct the Jenga tower quickly, trying not to read the phrases as I go, but when I accidentally zero in on “restrain me and do what you want” written on the side of one, I fear I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
Claire’s suspiciously quiet, sipping her wine to my right, her attention lazily drifting around the room.
What’s going on in that gorgeous brain of yours?
I clear my throat. “Ready? You go first.”
She positions her glass on the table. “Wait.”
That single word causes a pang of disappointment in my chest, Shit. Has she changed her mind?
Before I can stress about it too much, she says, “I know the rules of Jenga: You remove a piece and place it on top and try not to let it topple over. But what happens when you lose?”
“You mean whenyoulose?” I smirk.
She only glowers at me.
“In regular Jenga, nothing happens, really. If the tower falls over during your turn, you lose and that’s the end. But since this isn’t regular Jenga…”
“Care to make it more interesting?”
“Whatcha got?” I ask. I’m not sure what could be more interesting than “restrain me and do what you want,” but I’m all ears.
“Hmm. If I win, I get to take a bath in your tub every night for a week.”
I’m about to tell her that she can soak in my tub any time she damn well pleases, but instead I ask, “And what do I get whenIwin?”
“Cocky, much?”
“Not cocky. Just confident.”
“Okay, what do you want?”
To fuck you bareflies to my mind, and the intrusive thought shocks me to my core. That’s way too much, too soon, though my dick doesn’t agree, with the way he’s pressing against my pants.
Rather than letting that thought leave my head, I say, “You get to bathe in my tub every night for a week, but… I get to watch.”
She captures her bottom lip between her teeth, and I’m desperate to tug it free.
“Deal.” She holds out her hand, and we shake on it.
