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He’s standing on one of the pool chairs, arms outstretched. He’s all tall, lean muscle, each and every one of them on display. Because he’s wearing nothing except for the bright red lacy panties that I pinned to the corkboard yesterday.
Holy cow. Leave it to Jason King to turn a prank into a fashion statement.
He drops off the chair and walks to the gate. I meet him on the other side of the gate, gawking. I hate that I can see the definition biceps. His abdomen. That dangerous V that slips down his hips.
He swaggers up to the gate, all cocky. “What do you think?”
I lift my eyebrows. “You know this is a family-friendly pool, right?”
Jason glances down and tugs at the lace. “What, are the boys showing?”
I follow his gaze and…Jesus Christ on a cracker. The panties really do nothing to contain the massive package trapped underneath.
My poor, pent-up hormones are no match for the sight, and I feel my insides clench.
“Well…I’ve got to hand it to you,” I say, trying to play it cool. “You pull it off.”
“You think?” He grins. “If you like them, I’ll wear them to our date.”
I roll my eyes. “Still not happening.”
But he doesn’t look defeated. Instead, that cocky smirk remains intact. “You’re going to give in. Eventually. Just so you know.”
“What, afraid of a challenge?”
“Clearly not.”
My eyes haven’t left his. Despite myself, I realize…I’m enjoying this. A lot. I like making Jason King work for my attention. I like Jason King giving me attention. I even like this twisted give-and-take we share.
“Change your clothes,” I say. “Seriously. You’re scaring the kids.”
“One date,” he persists. “Just one.”
I shrug. I step away, gripping the straps of the chair, and turn around to catch up with Four and Pearl.
“That wasn’t a no!” Jason calls out.
My back is turned to him, chair hiding me from view, and I’m glad for it because I can finally grin openly where he can’t see me.
Jason is right, though. It’s not a no.
True to his word, he doesn’t give up.
I’m rocking out to the Pixies (a new obsession, thanks to Donovan) and working on my tan lines at the pool when an enormous shadow sucks the warmth out of the sky.
I open my eyes, pull down my headphones, and frown. “You’re blocking everything.”
Jason, the six-foot fuck-giant, looms overhead. He’s at least wearing regular clothes this time—a loose T-shirt and joggers. He leans over and braces himself on my chair, his hands on my armrests. My eyes catch on the dark hair that runs up his forearms. I want to lick my lips, but I resist the urge.
“Alright, Trouble,” he says, those sky-blue eyes locked on mine. “You and me need to have a conversation.”
“About?” I ask innocently.
“What’s it going to take to get you to go out with me?”
I tut. “Giving up already. Such a disappoint.”
“No,” he says. “Not giving up. Just giving you a chance to say yes before this gets ugly.”
