Page 140 of So This Is War
The grin that tugs at her plump lips.
The sway of those tempting hips.
How could I not play the game?
At least for a moment in time.
A moment when I can forget about what would happen if I took one simple taste.
Who am I kidding? Nothing about this woman is simple.
When she takes a seat at the table, I ask, “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s great.” She puts her phone face down and then adjusts her napkin on her lap. “I hope I wasn’t gone too long. A craving of bagels didn’t happen upon you, did it?”
I smile. “Not yet, but I’ll be sure to let you know, maybe around two this morning.”
“I can’t wait. I love getting up in the middle of the night to fetch you breakfast carbs.”
“You know”—I cross my arms over my chest—“I knew you liked it. It was a guess, but that’s why I kept sending you because I thought it fulfilled something within you.”
“Oh, it does. Nothing makes me happier than making you happy.” And then, her foot rubs up against my leg under the table.
Yup.
She’s playing, and I’m all fucking in.
Consider my will being snapped.
My strength weakened.
My need for her too strong.
The question is, who will break first? Because it sure as hell won’t be me.
And just like that, this agony I’ve been living through just got a touch more fun.
“Besides making me happy, what brings you joy, Wylie? What are your hobbies? What do you like to do when you’re not fetching bagels for me?”
She shrugs but continues to rub her foot over my leg under the table, and I just allow it. “Hobbies...I like trying new things.”
“What kind of new things?” I ask.
Her foot runs up to my knee. “Experiences, going out to clubs, things like that.”
“What kinds of clubs?” I wet my lips, letting my eyes flash to her mouth and back up.
“I think you know what kinds of clubs.”
I smirk. Look at her turning on a dime. She was a bumbling mess before, and now she’s ready to battle. Let’s see how far I can push her because if anything, I’m a competitor, and I’ll be damned if I don’t win . . . whatever the hell this is.
“Yeah, have you ever fucked in one?”
She twists her lips to the side and shakes her head. “Just watched.” Her eyes meet mine as she asks, “Have you?”
I rub my hands together and lean back in my chair. “What do you think, Wylie?”
Even though she’s putting up a façade, her cheeks blush a pretty shade of pink. “I think you have.”
