Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,90
get ready for work tomorrow.
I start in the kitchen, frantically loading the dishwasher and scrubbing a pot that’s been soaking for days. Gross. I scrub out the sink and wipe down the counters, then pick up the laundry basket and carry it into the bedroom. I manically sort through the clothes on the chair, tossing some into the laundry basket, others onto the bed to be hung up. Do I have something to wear to work tomorrow? I find an outfit and swiftly hang the rest in my closet.
And never mind my apartment; I look like a wreck. I’m still in my Aces T-shirt and jeans. I felt hot when I was cleaning the kitchen, so I scooped my hair up into a ponytail without even looking in a mirror. My hands smell like bleach cleaner. Ugh. I run to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
I’m still rubbing my favorite pink grapefruit lotion into my hands when the apartment buzzer sounds. I let Jax in and pace until he knocks at the door. My apartment is on the second floor so that doesn’t take long.
My heart hammers in my throat when I open the door. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
His smile is so, so gorgeous. I’ve missed it so much.
“Come in.” My hands are shaking as I close the door.
He walks into my living room. My apartment is old, in a three-story brownstone, but I like it.
“Nice,” he says, taking in the old hardwood floors, the bay window overlooking the street, the wide, white-painted baseboard and door trim.
“Thanks.” I’m dying. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Uh. No. I’m good.”
I move past him and take a seat on the couch that sits in front of the bay windows. “Have a seat.”
He sits next to me, but with a bit of distance between us. He’s holding a small cardboard box in his hand that I only now notice.
“What’s that?”
He looks down. “It’s a trivia game.”
I tilt my head, a smile tugging my lips. “Seriously? You want to play trivia?”
“Yeah.” He meets my eyes and his are glinting. He sets the box on my coffee table and opens it.
I can’t believe this. I’m about to have a stroke, and he wants to play trivia.
He picks up a card. “Okay. What arouses men more than any other scent in the world? Your choices are: a. lavender; b. lilies; c. woodsmoke; d. beer.”
I choke on a laugh. “The scent of beer is arousing?”
He grins. “Is that your answer?”
“No, I’ll say lavender.”
“Correct.”
He sets the card down, picks up another and hands it to me. “Your turn.”
“Wait. How does this game work?”
“Just follow along.”
Smiling, I say, “Okay.” I read the card. “What arouses Jax more than any other scent in the world?” I blink and look up at him. “You?”
“Yes.”
I keep reading his choices. “A. Molly’s grapefruit perfume.” I pause. What is this? “B. Molly’s grapefruit lotion; c. Molly’s grapefruit body wash; d. Molly.” My insides soften and warm as I meet his eyes.
“All of the above,” he says softly.
I swipe a hand under my nose. I think I see where this is going and it’s amazing.
He picks up a card. “What chemical is responsible for making my heart race when I see you? A. dopamine; b. norepinephrine; c. adrenalin.”
My throat is squeezing up. “Adrenalin.”
“That’s right.”
“Your heart races when you see me?”
“Yes.” He holds my gaze steadily.
“Me too,” I whisper.
After a protracted silence, he says in a gruff voice, “Your turn.”
“Oh. Right.” I take the card he hands me. “Which bonding chemical is released in my brain when you make me orgasm?” I lower the card. “Where did you get this game?”
“Never mind that.”
I keep reading. “A. estrogen; b. oxytocin; c. vasopressin.”
“Oxytocin.”
“Yes.”
Jax is next. “What are my favorite parts of Molly? A. Smile; b. butt; c. breasts; d. legs.”
My eyes widen. “Uh…” He has commented a lot that he likes my ass…
“Never mind, it’s all of the above. Your turn.”
I choke on a laugh, shaking my head. “Okay. What is the best sex position for me to have an orgasm in?” I look up. “Me, as in me?”
“Yes. You.”
I clear my throat. “A. missionary; b. girl on top; c. doggy style; d. the bridge.” I look up. “I don’t even know what the bridge is.”
“We’ll work on that. The answer is c, doggy style.”
“That’s right.” My cheeks heat up as I lay down the card.
“What makes Molly the most loveable? A. her sense of humor; b. her belief that everything will be okay; c. her PMS; d. her love of hamburgers;