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“Truthfully, I haven’t played in so long I’m not sure. If a question is too uncomfortable, you have the right to decline. Which means whoever answers the most questions in the end wins.”
“Oh, that sounds very intriguing. What do we win?” There’s a mischievousness about him now that wasn’t there a minute ago. I have a feeling I might be in big trouble.
He cocks his head and taps his lip with his index finger. “The winner gets to decide.”
“Deal. Who goes first?”
“Do you have to ask, Lili? Ladies always go first.” Oh my.
I have a question on the tip of my tongue but I’m afraid to ask. The last thing I want is to kill the perfect date. Well, no guts no glory. Here goes. “Was Dakota your girlfriend?”
Zane desperately tries to hide a smile but has an epic fail. “Yes, Dakota was my girlfriend. Now it’s my turn.”
Suddenly, I don’t want to play any longer. What if he asks about my boyfriends? I can’t talk about Ryder and I probably never will.
“Why didn’t Raze just submit to Thor?”
What? Has Zane read my books?
“Your wheels are turning, Lili. Yes, I read A Reason to Believe. Now answer my question.”
I’m a bit flattered that he’d take the time out of his busy schedule to read one of my books. Easy question. “Thor wasn’t the right fit for Raze. She needed a Dom who was attentive to her needs as well.”
I decide to use this moment to take advantage of his good humor. “Who gave you the lighter, Zane?” His brows crease and his demeanor changes immediately. I regret asking but he has the right to decline. His rules.
“My sister. Now the questions become harder, Lili. Why do you write erotica?”
“I love writing erotica because there are no boundaries. Who picked out the name Club Syn?”
“Me. How long ago were you in your last relationship?”
“Decline.” I don’t care so much about winning now. “Why is the door upstairs locked?”
“Decline. Did you have sex with Zack?”
“Of course not. Why do you want to know?”
“Is that your question, Lili? Because it seems like such a waste.” I don’t like the sudden change this game has taken.
“No, scratch that. Do you have any brothers and sisters?”
“One of each. Why do you—”
Just before I can finish, we hear a loud crash as the heavens suddenly open and drench us to the bone. Gotta love Seattle. We both run inside but by the time we get there we’re soaked. My bra is now showing through my cream-colored blouse and my nipples too. My adrenaline is pumping from all the questions and his eyes are boring through me. The air is charged, and I am about to combust. Our breathing is erratic and my heart is beating wildly. God help me, but suddenly I want him to touch me. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in. His lips are inches away from mine and it would be so easy to give in to temptation. But, I can’t. It’s too soon. “I really should get going.”
“Like hell you are. No way am I allowing you to drive home in this weather. Besides, we are both soaked, and we need to get into some dry clothes. I’ll get you something to change into.”
“It isn’t necessary, Zane. Really.”
“Lili, I won’t take no for an answer. Come with me. We’ll change, I’ll make us some coffee and we’ll finish our game. End of story.” Why does he think he can boss me around? Maybe that should be the next question I ask him.
He ushers me upstairs and I’m suddenly uncomfortable when we walk into his bedroom. There’s no doubt in my mind that I physically want him, but mentally and emotionally I just can’t. I know the difference between lust and love, but it’s been so long since I’ve been with a man and my hormones are raging. I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room with my arms crossed to cover my very perky nipples while he rifles through his drawers to find me something to wear.
“Put on this shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms. You might have to roll them up at the ankles so you won’t be tripping on them.”
“Thanks. I’ll go into the bathroom so you can change in here.” I quickly grab the clothes and scurry into the bathroom like a drowned rat. There’s no doubt in my mind that I won’t be able to wear my bra and panties because they’re clinging to me like a second skin. All I can hope for is I’ll warm up so my nipples won’t be poking through the t-shirt. Thank goodness he gave me a black shirt instead of a light color. Otherwise my high beams would show through the thin fabric.
Once I finish dressing, I fold my wet clothes, tuck my unmentionables inside my skirt, and head downstairs. No way am I staying up here in such proximity to his bedroom. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for what would happen if I were to see him changing out of his wet clothes. I have no idea how he stays in shape when he works so many hours.
