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“I might break more than that soon if the next thing out of your mouth involves any form of the word ‘ball’.”
A grin spread across his lips slowly. He was enjoying the hell out of riling her up. She was gorgeous, even when she was threatening him. He couldn’t help but keep it going just a little longer.
“How about you find a way to hook me up with that actress from the movie you were talking to Gram about earlier.” He snapped his fingers, searching for her name. “Gemma Chan.”
Her face went blank. “If I had her number, I’d tell her to avoid you at all costs.”
His bark of laughter made the people in the booth behind Aja turn around to glance at them.
She sighed and shook her head. “Next thing I know you’re going to request claim to my virtue as your prize.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Virtue?”
“It was the first, most ridiculous word that came to mind.” She waved a hand dismissively in the air. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m not quite sure I do actually.”
“I’m just saying, your little demands are getting progressively more… demanding is all.”
Walker placed a hand over his heart again. “I can assure you, I have no interest in stealin’ anything from you, least of all your virtue. But if you’re thinkin’ about givin’ me some type of winner’s prize for all my hard work, I sure as hell won’t be turnin’ you down.”
He was being bold. So bold that it made his heart race. All it had taken was a couple of slightly provocative words to bring out the lecher in him. He probably would have been ashamed of himself if he hadn’t wanted so badly—against all reason—to see where the conversation would lead. He watched as Aja’s eyes narrowed. The expression on her face wasn’t necessarily suspicious, but he couldn’t really discern its meaning. He stared back, trying not to break under her gaze.
“It’s not a completely awful idea, I guess.” When she finally spoke, he breathed audibly. First from relief that she’d broken the tension, then out of surprise at her words. “Hypothetically speaking, of course. I don’t know if anyone’s ever gotten horny over a game of bingo before, but it’s definitely not the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”
His mouth went dry. “I don’t know… those daubers are very phallic. I guess bingo is as good a place as any to get turned on.” Hell, sitting next to Aja for three hours, smelling her skin, the anticipation of waiting for her to say something, anything, to him had made not getting turned on a job in and of itself.
Aja looked at him silently, then shook her head, a small smile stretching across her mouth. “Not that I’m happy about admitting it, but you’re not wrong, I guess. The energy in there can get pretty intense sometimes. And I imagine the adrenaline rush that comes with winning is pretty heady too.”
“Imagine? You’ve never won a game before?”
She shook her head.
Walker relaxed into the booth some more, splaying his arms out along the back. He picked at the hard, cracking vinyl fabric, channeling his nervousness about the turn of their conversation into desecrating the worn furniture. “So, what you’re sayin’ is that you’ve actually been projectin’ your desire to steal my virtue as your winner’s prize this entire time?”
“Yes,” she deadpanned. “I honestly didn’t think you’d find me out.”
“How could I not? It’s written all over your face.”
“This face?” She pointed a finger at herself, her expression blank again.
He grinned. “It’s all behind the eyes, Aja.”
“Mmmhmm.” She rolled her eyes. “I think your virtue is going to be safe with me, but lucky for you I wouldn’t mind getting out of the house more, so I’ll take you up on your request. Monday nights are usually pretty bare, if you want to go then. All the little old ladies have choir practice that night.”
“Let’s do that. We can have a little more privacy.”
“And they let Mrs. Schofield call the bingo balls on Monday nights… she talks really, really slowly, so maybe you’ll have a chance of keeping up.”
Unable to stop himself, he caught her gaze. Her eyes were bright and open, and he found himself saving the image of her looking at him that way in his head.
“I don’t know about that.” Walker crossed his arms over his chest. “Somethin’ tells me I might have a hard time maintainin’ my focus with you there to distract me.”
