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CHAPTER51
Audrey
The topic is dropped,but I can still feel the need to do what I agreed to do thrumming through me. It is stupid and petty. But handing him the painting and asking if he is happy now would make me feel better.
Is it completely irrational and a tad passive aggressive? Yeah, but I’ll blame this one on the hormones.
Austin is absent when we return to the penthouse. Sin leaves us at his floor. I’m not sure when it became his apartment, but it no longer feels like home to me. Not that I stayed there much, anyway.
“Scrabble?” Felix asks.
Saint groans.
“What? It is fun!” Felix says.
Saint shakes his head. “Count me out.”
“I’ll play,” I reply. We had a lot of fun the first time we played.
Felix pins Saint with a look that says he won. “We could make it spicy.”
“Spicy?” Saint hedges.
“Strip Scrabble.”
I choke on a laugh at Saint’s incredulous snort. “How do you play strip Scrabble?” I ask.
“Each round the person with the lowest points for their word loses a piece of clothing.”
“I would only last losing like four rounds,” I say, mentally counting the items I could remove. Socks, leggings, and shirt. “Three if socks count as one.”
“You’re right, Saint, you don’t want to play. You can leave us to manage on our own,” Felix replies with a dismissive wave of his hand, his eyes heating on me. “We could make itreallyspicy.”
Saint leans against the couch, clearly not leaving us alone, as Felix lays out the board on the coffee table.
“Really spicy how?” I question, but I know I’m going to do it, because the excitement thrums through me and getting naked with Felix isn’t a bad thing at all.
“After all the clothing is gone, we finish the game… the new rule for the naked one,” he pauses, fingering his eyebrow piercing, “Is allowing consensual touching of a player of her choice.”
I choke on another laugh. “Herchoice?It isn’t a forgone conclusion you’ll win.”
He rakes his sparkling green gaze from head to toe and back again. “From where I’m standing, you are at a disadvantage. No jewelry to lose, and you took your shoes off already.”
Saint straightens. “Jewelry doesn’t count, and you should have taken your shoes off too.”
“Oh, are you playing now?” he quips, raising his eyebrow as his tongue darts out to play with his lip ring. The undercurrent of flirting between them never fails to make my heart rate spike. The fact that they have been very hands to themselves around me so far has a hope building that Saint joins in and one of them picks each other, because that would be flaming hot.
“I agree. Jewelry doesn’t count. But I’m confident enough in my spelling abilities that your extra shoes don’t scare me.” I settle to my knees on the opposite side of Felix.
“We need drinks if we are doing this properly.” Saint heads for Austin’s cabinet, where he keeps the good stuff.
“Fruity for me,” I call after him.
He smiles over his shoulder and pulls out Grey Goose Vodka and Kirk and Sweeny Rum, then heads to the kitchen. “Lucky for you, I had a gig as a bartender before I found fighting in the ring pays more.”
“Fighting pays more than getting people drunk?” I ask, leaning back against the bottom of the couch. I can’t see him from here, only hear as he moves around the kitchen, pulling out things before the ice maker clacks into a plastic cup.
“Drunk people aren’t normally the best tippers,” he replies, his tone full of humor, and I can imagine the smile on his face. Felix laughs across from me.
