him wearing only his trunks, and I’m only wearing a summer dress, panties, and a bra. “But I’m not wearing much. You’re wearing even less.”
“Then, it should be a nice, quick game.” He lifts a brow with the suggestion that when the game ends, meaning we’re both naked, then the sexing begins.
And I am down for that, but it kind of seems a little pointless to play if it’s over in a flash.
“No, we need a few more items of clothing. Well, you do.”
“Babe, I’m not going back to my place to get clothes just so that I can take them off. And I doubt you have anything I can wear.”
Babe. He called me babe. Why has that got my insides melting like chocolate?
“Bathrobe,” I say, getting up.
I go get one of the complimentary ones. Oh, and the complimentary slippers. I grab those too. I take them back outside and hand them to him.
“There, that makes us even. We’re each wearing three things.”
His eyes graze over my dress and down to my bare feet.
“Dress, panties, and bra,” I explain.
I watch as West pulls on the robe, leaving it open so I still get to look at his chest. The robe does look a little tight on him. I got the large one too.
“Slippers, too, I prompt.”
He gives me a look. “Just pretend I’m wearing them.”
“Spoilsport.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Okay, so who’s going first?” I clap my hands with excitement. I’ve never played a drinking game before. And not one that leads to sex.
I mean, what’s not to like? Drinking shots to get West naked?
Hell. To. The. Yes.
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“I’ll go first,” he says.
“Such a gentleman.”
“Double D, I go first because it means a higher chance of me getting you naked faster.”
“But what if I want you naked before me?”
He raises a brow. “You literally just put more clothes on me.”
Ah. Good point.
“But that was for the game. And it’s a robe. Not a bloody snowsuit.”
He chuckles, and I watch as he pours out two shots and hands one to me. “I know the game better than you. It was my idea. Ergo I’m first.”
“Ugh, fine. Whatever.” I lift the shot to my nose and sniff it. “Jesus. This stuff smells potent.”
He lifts his glass up and inhales. “Fuck, you’re right.” He chuckles.
“Good job we’ll only be doing three shots each.”
“Babe, I literally watched you down four shots of Fireball along with two Long Island iced teas and a margarita. And that was after you drank a bottle of champagne, plus whatever else you’d swallowed before you came into the bar. Three shots of this won’t even touch you.”
I smirk proudly at him. I might be a loser in many aspects of my life, but I’ve always been able to hold my liquor. “It was two mini bottles of red and white wine, plus the bottle of beer that was in the minibar, along with the champagne, of course, before I came to the bar.”
“I honestly don’t know if I should be concerned or impressed at your tolerance for alcohol.”
“Definitely impressed.” I grin at him. “Right, come on. Let’s do this. Hit me with your first question.”
“Okay. Never have I ever … been to Hull.”
“Really?” I raise a brow at him.
He grins. “I never said I played fair.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I put the glass to my lips and tip my head back.
The gin scorches my throat on the way down. “Fuck, that’s strong.” I wince, putting down the glass and blowing out a breath, which feels like it’s actually fire and not air.
“Now, off with the dress.”
Getting up on my knees, I take the hem of my dress, pull it over my head, and set it down on the lounger behind me. Thank the Lord I’m wearing decent underwear. It’s my nicest set. Lacy and black. Which was obviously put on in anticipation of possibly seeing him tonight.
And from the look in his eyes, he definitely likes my lacy black underwear.
Without taking his eyes from me, he picks up the bottle and refills my glass. “Your turn,” he says.
“Hmm.” I tap my fingers on my chin, thinking for a moment. “Okay. I’ve got one.” I’m confident that I’ve got him here because all men do this. “Never have I ever ghosted someone.”
West doesn’t move or attempt to drink.
My confidence deflates like a popped balloon. “You’ve never ghosted anyone?”
“Told you, Double D. I’m a straightforward guy. I don’t wanna fuck someone anymore, I tell them.”