“You certainly are.” Her eyes glimmer and I feel heat creeping up my neck as I realise I said that out loud. I pull on the back of my neck and give a self-deprecating huff, but the Queen of Angels takes pity on me and gives a lyrical laugh.
“Actually, I already had the purple gloves from my Jessica Rabbit costume for Halloween and I didn’t want to buy more, because having two pairs of satin gloves seems a bit excessive.”
I’m speechless again as the thoughts of this woman dressed as my favourite cartoon character, who I definitelyhad some very confusing dreams about as an adolescent, dance through my mind. I feel the silence leaves room for everyone to see my imaginings and that heat rises from my neck to the top of my head like a thermometer showing exactly how hot under the collar this woman is making me.
“Just to play devil’s advocate,” Jake pipes up, saving me. “Do youneedgloves?”
Lisa shrugs with that sexy smirk. “I was told there were four guys living at this house, I wasn’t entirely confident in the sanitation so decided it would be safer not to touch anything with my bare hands.”
Abby snorts. “Actually, Harry is the neatest person I’ve ever met. He made us a housework schedule and had us scrubbing the floors in preparation for the party.”
Lisa looks at me with darkened eyes. “That is so hot,” she rasps then laughs to show she’s joking, but my dick ignores that bit and jumps in excitement.
I shrug. “There’s six of us living here. If we don’t keep things tidy, it’ll soon become bedlam.”
“Well, maybesomethings will be safe to touch after all,” Lisa says with a pointed look down my body and my cock practically waves at her.
“Uh, yeah…definitely,” I stutter and the girls giggle.
“So, what exactly is it you ladies are studying?” Jake asks with an easy smile.
Abby gives a quick head nod to Lisa to answer the question since she and Jake already discussed this very topic whilst mutually flirting all afternoon.
“Law,” Lisa says with an amusing wince.
“Oh lord.” Jake sighs, shaking his head.
She reaches over and playfully smacks his arm with her gloved hand and I hate him for the contact. “Oh, come on, don’t judge me.”
“Let me guess, corporate law?”
“Human rights, actually,” she says haughtily.
“Well, consider yourself slightly redeemed.” Jake smirks and she winks at him. Shit, I need to get back into the conversation.
Before I can think of anything fun or witty to say, I see something moving out of the corner of my eye and reach out my hand to catch the small missile just before it hits Lisa’s face, my knuckles a mere inch from her nose. Opening my palm, I find a white ping pong ball. I look over to the beer-pong table to see some classmates holding up their hands in apology.
“Sorry mate,” a guy from my engineering class calls over to me. “I didn’t get your girl, did I?”
I donotcorrect him, because Lisawillbe my girl. “Control your balls, dickhead,” I warn him with a smirk. “Or I’ll play you next.”
He holds his palms up in defeat and huffs a laugh. “Nah, mate you’re good. I’m done. No way I’m standing in for another round just for you to obliterate me.” He stands down from the table, his friends following him out of the lounge toward the kitchen.
“Obliterate him?” Lisa asks with a perfectly arched brow.
I shrug. “Beer-pong champion. I’m undefeated.”
“Well, saddle up, hot stuff, you may have met your match.”
My lips pull up and I give her an assessing once over, taking in her long, slender legs in strappy silver sandals, and the soft flowing fabric of her dress which, with one swish would reveal the entirety of her underwear. “You think you can beat me?”
“Fairly certain.” She purses her lips and crosses the purple gloves over her chest in defiance.
“Care to make it interesting?” I ask.
“What are you thinking?”
“If you win, I’ll complete a dare of your choice. If I win, you’ll complete a dare of my choice.”
