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“What are you doing?” She whispered.
“Do you accept the terms of the bet?”
“Maybe.” She bit her lip.
“Maybe? Oh, darling, you can do better than that.”
“Fine,” she shrugged. “What do I have to lose? Aside from my dignity,” she muttered.
“In that dress?” I looked her over, moving my eyes up and down her body. She looked damn delicious. “Kitten, be honest. You came here to get someone’s attention. Were you disappointed it was mine?”
“No,” she said breathlessly. So, she had known I would be at the party. Interesting. Maybe little Zoey wasn’t showing all of her cards right away, either.
“Then let’s go back to the party.”
I stood up, and I offered her my hand. Zoey accepted, and I led her back toward the ballroom where her brother’s 30th birthday party was happening. The music was loud, and the dancing was in full swing when we got back to the room. Zoey didn’t seem embarrassed or bothered to be there with me. If anything, it seemed like she was clinging to me a little bit. I slid my arm over her shoulder and tugged her closer to myself. I guided her to the bar and ordered us each a drink.
“So, you drink,” she said.
“I’ve been known to enjoy a nice glass of whiskey from time to time,” I told her.
“Me too,” she said, sipping the Gentleman Jack. “This is actually one of my favorite whiskeys, you know.”
“I did not know.”
“Must have been a lucky guess,” she said.
“I’ve been known to be lucky from time to time,” I told her.
“Apparently, you do a lot of things from time to time.”
“Apparently.”
“Do you do this a lot?” She gestured between us.
“Spend time with pretty women?”
“Place bets,” she said.
“Still thinking about that?” I smiled.
“A little,” she said. “Although, I still haven’t figured out how you think you’re going to get me off.”
“I didn’t say I was going to get you off.”
She looked visibly confused.
“I said you were going to have the best orgasm of your life,” I reminded her. “But I didn’t say who would be providing that orgasm.”
She gasped, and she slapped me playfully on the shoulder.
“You sly fox,” she said. “You’re going to whore me out.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“No.”
Then her eyes narrowed at me. She brought the whiskey glass to her lips and sipped it carefully before guessing again.
