Page 11 of Wicked Dares
“Glad you think so.”
“I do. Your turn. One more question, then we jump to dares and mix it up.”
“What doesmix it upmean?”
“Is that your question?”
“Is this the last chance for me to ask you a question?” I throw back, trying to preempt his next steps.
A soft chuckle falls from his lips. “Depends on how you play the game.”
“Okay… then that’s my question. What does mix it up mean?”
“A mixture of dares and everything else in between.”
I notice he never really gives a straight answer. So far, most of his explanations have seemed purposely vague, laced with something that keeps me curious.
“Could you give me a little more context?”
“No. It spoils the fun.” He gives me a clipped smile. “My turn. First dare.”
“Okay. Fire away.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “I dare you to get in the hot tub with me.”
My mouth goes dry and my stomach does that squeezing thing again. I look across at the hot tub, then back at him with wide eyes. “You’re serious?”
“Of course.”
“But… I don’t have any swimming clothes.” That’s actually the least of my worries. How am I supposed to get in a hot tub withhim?
“Not a problem.” He signals to the bartender again, who looks up from cleaning the countertop. “Can you grab her a small bikini?”
The bartender nods and saunters away. A moment later, he returns with a black bikini set with the store tag still attached to it.
The bartender hands it to me and points to a door opposite the hot tub. “You can change in there.”
“Thanks.” My voice is squeaky with nerves.
Mr. Wicked nods toward the door. “I’ll wait for you out here.”
Okay… I can do this. It’s just a dare. Just a fun dare. And if I overthink this for another thirty seconds, I’ll lose my nerve completely.
I make my way to the door and go through it, walking into a full-on boudoir-style dressing room. Soft amber lighting glows beneath the mirrors, reflecting off black marble counters and gold fixtures polished to perfection. It matches the elaborate club design.
I walk over to the counter and rest the bikini on it. Then I lean against the wall and stare at it.
It’s just a fun dare.
I chuckle nervously. Alexis would approve and have a field day with this.
And… getting in a hot tub with a man you just met who just told you he wants you is what you call seizing the moment.
On that thought, I take off my clothes and pull on the bikini. It fits perfectly, showing off all my finest assets, and looks really expensive, too, with its soft velvety fabric.
It’s clear Mr. Wicked is loaded. Fine wine, fine clothes, fine man.
I give myself a once-over in the mirror. I look good, better than I have in a long time. Not just physically. I look…alive. Best of all is that spark in my eyes. It reminds me of my old self.
