Suddenly His - Jessa Kane Page 0,25
If that knowledge is to be trusted, a man as young as Jack is accustomed to pleasuring himself at least once or twice a day. Is he in pain? I don’t like knowing that.
Swiftly, I set aside my guilt.
Who exactly am I feeling sorry for here? A super-rich, extremely good-looking mansion owner who broke his promise. And won’t give me the full amount of money I earned?
“You’re frowning at me,” he drawls, with an amused expression. “God, I’d love to know what’s going on in that beautiful head.”
“I’ll tell you.” I strut past him. “For two million dollars.”
His low laugh follows me across the room. And eventually so does he. “Maisy—”
“What’s in there?” I point to a metal chest in the corner.
Jack clearly doesn’t want to be diverted from the main topic, but he sighs and answers anyway. “I had a company picnic last spring. A lot of the employees brought their kids, so I had some games on hand.” He walks over and flips open the heavy lid. “I bought out the Nerf section at the toy store.”
Imagining the grounds of this estate being overrun by kids in goggles, firing foam bullets, I can’t help but smile. “Did they like it?”
“Yeah.” He turns to me with a raised eyebrow. “And I definitely didn’t wish I could join them instead of discussing market trends. Definitely not.”
“We should play,” I blurt. Mostly because he keeps revealing things about himself that challenge my anger. Make me want to forget why I need to be wary of him.
He does a double-take. “What? Now?”
I shrug. Nod.
“What’s the wager?” he asks.
“There has to be a wager?”
“I run a hedge fund, angel. I would bet on the weather if I could.”
My lips try to twitch at that, but I press them together. “Fine. If you win, I’ll sleep in your bedroom tonight.”
Jack scoffs, but the effect is ruined when he puts on a pair of plastic goggles. “That was already the plan.”
“No. You assumed that was the plan.”
He groans up at the ceiling. “You’re killing me, baby. Fine. What do you get if you win?”
“A check for two million dollars. Dated today.”
“Nope. Try again.”
Yeah, I kind of had a feeling that wasn’t going to fly.
I stomp to the chest and take out my own pair of goggles, settling them on my nose.
Then I take out the biggest, ugliest Nerf gun I can find and prop it on my hip. “I want a sound booth, then.”
He pauses in the act of selecting his own weapon, glancing over at me with interest. “For recording audiobooks?”
I press my lips together and nod. “Yes.”
“Done.” His expression is one of mock sympathy. “Unfortunately, I don’t know how to lose. It’s just not something I do.”
“Is that right?”
“It is.”
Loading my bullets, I send him a prim look—and I realize I’m having fun. A lot of fun, actually. Way more than I usually have with other people, which is why I keep to myself. “Are you sure you haven’t gone soft in your big mansion, pretty boy?”
He shakes his head slowly, but there’s a new respect in his eyes. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that, angel. What are the boundaries?”
Gun under my arm, I turn in a circle. “The whole downstairs? The den, the game room and…”
“The climbing gym?”
“That works.”
“Are you sure you want to do that? You haven’t even seen the rock wall room yet.”
“I’ll manage.”
We start to back away from each other, guns at the ready. “We each get fifteen shots. Whoever lands the most is the winner.”
I fire.
A foam bullet drills him right between the eyes.
His expression is so comically stunned that I’m giggling as I turn and run, immediately taking cover behind the college couch. When there’s no sound for a full ten seconds, I peek up over the top and a barrage of shots rains down on me from behind the doorway leading to the den. One glances off my shoulder and I yelp, wheeling around and sprinting for the climbing gym. Hearing Jack’s footsteps methodically creaking in my direction, I throw open the door and sprint inside, searching frantically for a place to hide.
There.
I kneel down behind a mini fridge stocked with water and wait for him to walk through the door, gun resting on the top of the appliance, my eye fixed on the viewfinder.
“Cute,” Jack says behind me, quickly drilling me with three bullets in the back. “Didn’t know about that second entrance, though, did you?”
Gasping my outrage, I whip around and manage to