Page 41 of Slow Burn

Elijah leaned to Sloane and Dane. “Hey, do you care if Georgia and I play some of the games?”

“Is that okay?” Dane had the decency to ask Georgia even though it was painfully obvious it would take a force of nature to get him to leave Sloane’s side.

“Of course,” Sloane said happily like always. “Let’s catch up⁠—”

No way in hell was he standing by while she made plans for a second date. His hand cupped her upper arm and tugged her to the arcade area.

She smacked his hand off her. “That was rude!”

Elijah didn’t give a fuck one way or the other, so he ignored her outburst. “What game do you want to play first?”

“Why are you behaving like this is normal?” She cracked at him. “One minute, I’m on a date with a great guy, and now I’m with you, getting coins from a change machine to play Skee-Ball.”

He should have known she would be stubborn.

“Take a look.” Elijah pointed at Sloane and Dane, who were huddled close together in deep conversation. “Your date was over the moment he saw her.”

Georgia watched the couple and sighed. “You know what, that’s okay with me. Dane mentioned her a lot tonight, and she seems into him. I hope it works.”

“Do you always think on the bright side?” Elijah was amazed at how she looked at life.

“What other option is there?” She stole some coins from his hand. “You ready to get your ass kicked?”

“That isn’t happening.”

Georgia put a hand on her hip. “Oh, it is, and I plan to relish in all my glory. I have a hard time visualizing you having fun.”

Elijah took a step forward. “I seem to remember us both having fun together a couple of weeks ago.”

She licked her lower lip, and fuck it, his dick was thickening.

“Same,” she responded. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re the one who turned me down. You don’t seem like much fun.”

He narrowed his gaze at her. “You know why.”

“Blah, blah, you don’t date. Get over yourself,” Georgia sassed him. Unlike most people, she had no filter around him. No fear. “Your lack of wanting me has nothing to do with me kicking your ass at games.”

Little did she know.

“Want to make a bet?”

A BET WITH Elijah?

Where did she sign up?

“What kind of bet?” Fingers crossed it would benefit her in the orgasm department.

He rubbed his lips together, the lips she daydreamed about.

“There is no debate. I’m winning,” he answered so self-assured.

A person whizzed by, a little reminder their sexy conversation was happening in public. She grabbed his wrist and tugged him to a corner where the only game was a giant electric Connect Four.

“I’m only making a bet if it’s worth it. And I know exactly what I want.” Georgia smirked at him.

Elijah glanced around, then grabbed the belt loops on the front of her jean shorts and pulled her to him, so they stood chest to chest. He dipped his head down, his lips grazing her ear. “First to win three games is the winner?”

Holy hell, her legs were shaking.