“Deal?” Georgia peers between the two of us as Jace and Alec sigh.
“Oh, Cleo, please tell me you didn’t make a deal with this asshole…” Alec grins, amusement dancing in his eyes as she groans, rubbing a hand over her face.
“Had I known he would be such a pest, I would’ve exterminated him instead…”
“Looks like you got a flea problem, CJ.” Ryan chuckles and though he’s speaking to Cleo, his eyes are focused steadily on the dance floor where Tatum and Denver are.
At that, Cleo groans even louder. “What do you want, Boy Scout? You get three games and that’s all.”
Boy Scout…I didn’t think that such a stupid nickname could sound so precious coming from someone until now. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I focus my attention on the brown-eyed woman in front of me. Her nose stud glimmering under the warm lighting of the bar.
“Darts?”
Ryan and Jace snort as soon as the word leaves my mouth, the two of them try to hide behind their drinks to mask their amusement but Georgia is the complete opposite. She bursts into laughter, leaving my mind to wonder if I was the one who'd made a deal with the devil, and not the other way around.
Cleo smirks at me, mischief and glory aligning her bright pupils as she peels herself from the brown booth the group of us occupied. I watch as she stalks towards me, my stomach dropping at her faint attempt at masking a smile.
What have I gotten myself into? This is why I don’t play games without knowing my opponent first. Cleo approaches me slowly, her smile now prominent as she bends slowly to my level and I can just see the “you fucked up” look in her eyes as she smirks.
“Lead the way, Boy Scout.”
And so, like the true idiot that I am, I follow her command and lead the way. The two of us reach the gaming area of the bar in no time with Georgia, Jace, Ryan, and Braxton all following behind with their phones ready to capture my inevitable defeat.
“You gonna let me win, Princess?” I try to lay on the charm, giving her my most innocent smile.
She reciprocates the action; the sight of her pearly white teeth goes straight to my cock and it takes everything in me not to adjust myself while she’s looking at me likethat.
Like I’m the guy she’s about to walk like a dog. And if I’m being honest, I’d let her.
Please keep in mind that I never said that I was smart. A smart man would know when he’s about to get his balls handed to him. But ageniuswould know that if it’s a gorgeous girl like Cleo Jones doing the handing, then you let her.
“Not in your wildest dreams, Wilder.” She chuckles getting on her tiptoes to bring our faces just a bit closer.
This girl is stunning.
I told Derek that I wouldn’t flirt with her but what am I supposed to do when a woman of her magnitude smiles at me like that? Just stand there like an idiot? I mean I can…but why would I want to? Instead of backing away from her, I step a little closer, blocking out the images of our friends and her brother as I take in her sweet candy-like smell; it’s so intoxicating that I could get drunk on it alone.
“What if you’re my wildest dream?”
There! I said it. Sue me.
Cleo stumbles just a moment, blinking up at me before she chuckles. “Okay, okay, that’s enough teasing from you. After tonight we’re going back to our original deal.” She laughs, shaking her head as she turns to the unused dartboard behind her.
Cleo walks up to the board with all the confidence in the world, getting darts for us before coming back to where I'm standing.
“Good luck,” I say with a smile, leaning in close beside her ear.
She turns to me briefly with a smirk, mine trips at the sight of it as she says, “You’re going to need it.”
She remains looking at me with her shoulders rolled back and head held high as she lifts the dart up and lets it loose. My dick twitches at the unrelenting eye contact and I swear that Braxton whistles as the dart hits its target.
Bullseye.
Cleo shrugs as if she didn’t just hit a bullseye without looking and sashays back to Ryan, grabbing her Blue Hawaiian from her brother.
Jace lets out a bark of laughter so loud, Russia can hear him as he claps a hand on my shoulder. “If there’s one…” he tries catching his breath, “if there’s one thing we never bet on with her, it’s party games,” he finishes, wiping a stray tear from his eyes.
I chew on my bottom lip, looking over the damage caused by the pink-loving girl behind me. I shouldn’t have picked darts as my first option because I’m, one, terrible at the game, and two, can’t see the board for shit without my glasses. The same glasses that I refuse to wear in public. I also decided to go contactless today because contacts fucking itch. So now, I’m stuck in front of a cool girl, our friends, and a damned dart board that holds my fate.
