Page 43 of Dream Date With the Millionaire
Dani fired back. “Yes, you are.”
He shot her a sideways glance.
Her breasts bounced. Her butt wiggled.
So hot. No wonder he kept losing with those sweet things to distract him. He needed to focus on the game instead.
“How did you get so good at video games?” he asked.
“The break room at my old job had all the different platforms for us to play.”
Bryce launched one of his missiles, nearly wiping out Dani.
She sent a challenging look his way. “You are going down, Delaney.”
“Think again, Bennett.” A surge of adrenaline sent Bryce jumping to his feet. Frustrated, yes. Defeated, no. He tapped faster, trying to fire shots in rapid succession. “You’re the one who’s going to be history.”
“In your dreams.” She fired a shot. Direct hit. His character exploded into red, orange and yellow flames. “Yes!”
“Nooooo!” he cried.
She raised her hands in the air. “I am officially the undefeated master—make that mistress—of the galaxies.”
The title fit her, in more ways than one. Bryce tossed his controller onto one of the leather game chairs. “If you’re expecting me to bow down before you—”
“I wasn’t.” Mischief gleamed in her eyes. “But now that you mention it…”
“You’re a worthy opponent, but I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”
She winked. “We’ll have to work on that.”
Desire rocketed through him. “We could start now.”
“I…” Dani glanced around the room, her eyes avoiding his. “It might be a little late for that.”
Her coyness added to her sex appeal.
“Late is a relative term.” He glanced at his watch and did a double take. “Though one o’clock in the morning is late by anyone’s standards.”
“It can’t be that late.”
“It is.” He turned off the game console and sound system, ready for whatever would come next. “We totally lost track of time. Do you know what this means?”
“Yes.” She plopped into a chair and buried her face in her hands. “I’ve turned into a gamer geek.”
“Then what does that make me?” he asked.
A grin replaced her look of despair. “With a choice setup like this, you’re a gaming guru.”
“I kind of like that, but not as much as I like having you here.”
Dani blushed. Not exactly the reaction he was expecting from a gaming goddess but, then again, he never knew what to expect from her. At first that had bugged him, but now he could accept her unpredictable nature as just part of who she was.
She stood, lifted one of the blackout shades and peeked out. “It’s still raining.”
Bryce noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the wary lines around her mouth. He wanted her to stay, but only if she wanted to. “You’re tired. I’ll drive you home.”
“Not in this rain. This late.” She wrung her hands. “I’ll call a cab.”
“No cab,” he said. “I drive you home or you spend the night.”
She bit her lip.
“You don’t have to sleep in my room. Unless you want.” No way would Bryce rush things. Her. She should know that by now. He dragged his hand through his hair. “There’s a guest room. You can borrow a pair of my pajamas. Heck, you can lock the door if that makes you more comfortable.”
The corners of her mouth curved. “I don’t mean to be difficult.”
“And I’m not going to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”
Even if he might be ready for more.
The gratitude in her eyes made Dani’s decision clear and, honestly, he was okay with that. Disappointed, but okay. He could see the two of them being together…a while.
“Not that I could make the mistress of the galaxies do anything she didn’t want to do.”
Dani laughed; the sound floated on the air and smacked him right in the gut.
“Smart man.” Her tone sounded less tense. “So where’s this guest room of yours?”
Bryce led her down the hall, making a quick stop at his room to grab her a pair of pajamas. “These are brand-new. Washed, never worn. I sleep in shorts and a T-shirt, but no matter how many times I tell my mother this she always buys me a pair of pajamas every Christmas.”
“Thanks.” Dani rubbed her fingers over the flannel fabric. “I usually wear a T-shirt to bed, but these are so soft they’ll be a treat to sleep in.”
The image of her wearing only a T-shirt sent his temperature up and made him wish she’d opted to sleep in his room instead.
“So which door…?” she asked.
