“We pick after there is a winner.”
Should have guessed that. I look around the room and try to pick his challenge. As much as I don’t think there will really be a loser, the competitor in me wants to win—bragging rights and all. So, when my eyes land on the victim, I know exactly what my challenge will be.
“Okay, got it. You?”
“Already decided before I walked over here.” He winks at me.God,he is good.
“Lay it on me.” I wave a hand at him, finally relaxing into my stance, feeling already somewhat comfortable around him. I mean, let’s be real, he’d follow me to a cab, panting and drooling if I dropped the game and said let’s get out of here. I know I no longer need to try, but I do love games.
“Convince the bartender to give you a drink for free.”
“Seriously?” I almost laugh, but his confidence makes me think I am missing something. “What’s the catch, because I know that isn’t the whole challenge.”
“What? Don’t think you could pull it off?” He has the balls to smirk at me.
“Buddy, I’m a woman with 32Ds, wearing a skin-tight dress and no panties.” His eyes darken and I watch him swallow past a lump. “Exactly. This is far from a challenge.” I sneer in his direction, downing my drink.
And here I thought he was a pro.
“Watch and learn.” I wink at him, playing with the top of my dress to shift the girls around and plump up that cleavage. My genetics are about the only thing I thank my parents for these days. I’m no runway model, but I’m aware of my allure. Finding a pair of jeans that fit my ass, thighs,andmy waist, while being short enough that I don’t trip on them is a feat in itself, but these perky mountains of male catnip have really gotten me out of a jam or two.
“Hey,” I say with a bright smile to the cute bartender. I saw him making eyes at Casey earlier, so I gather his type is sweet and bubbly. Casey radiates sunshine, sometimes so intensely it is blinding. But to the unsuspecting eye she also can be seen as helpless, like an injured bird. And most sleazy guys eat that shit up, they want to swoop in and rescue her. Like their magic penis will fix all her worries. Casey is of course, strong, independent,and not by any means a damsel in distress…it’s just the vibe she puts out.
So, if that caught his eye I am going to need to chameleon out of my usual black-cat approach and change it up.
“What can I get you?” he asks, barely looking at me.Well, rude.
“Umm, something yummy. Any recommendations?” I reply, trying not to make it obvious I am trying to get his attention.
“You have a drink in mind, or should I leave you to make a decision?”Ugh.Fine, hardball it is.
I slip a quick hand to the zip at the front of my dress and let out a faux gasp. “Sorry, you don’t happen to have a safety pin or something, I just can’t keep this damn dress to stay done up.” Of course, thatgets his attention. Why are men so predictable?
“Oh…umm…” Well, at least now I have his attention. I lean across the bar like I am trying to see if he just happens to have a clasp or pin back there so I can secure my dress, but really, I am just giving him five seconds to get an eye full so I can win this challenge.
“Oh my, this is totally embarrassing, I am so sorry?—”
“No, not at all.” His eyes meet mine, dazed and lust-filled. If I count to three, I’m certain I’ll get a smile, a casual lean against the bar, and an offer of some kind that is just him pretending to care, when really, he can’t stop thinking about my tits.
Three…
Two…
“Maybe a vodka will help. I can look in the back for a pin and help you sort it out.” Casual smile, lean across the bar, and, like I said, predictable.
“Oh…you don’t have to do that.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and pretend to be embarrassed. “I can’t believe I’m such a ditz. I thought the dress fit me…I couldn’t even get my panties on under this.” I shrug and bite my lip, training my eyesto giveinnocent doebecause,Please, sir, I’m just a girl…will you rescue me?
“Here.” He coughs with a blush high on his cheekbones. Placing a glass with clear liquid in it on the bar, he smiles longingly at me. “Don’t stress about it, sweetheart, it’s on me.”
“Oh…” I leave a few moments to keep him within my net before I reach a hand to my dress to zip it up again. “Look at that, I fixed it! Thanks, babe, you’re a peach.” I hit him with a wink, plucking the glass up as I saunter back over to Caleb. If his jaw was any more on the ground, he’d be licking dust in the wake of my exit from cute-bartender.
“Astonishing,” he whispers, his eyes locked on mine as I take my seat.
“Please, that was hardly a challenge.”
“Surely, that doesn’t count. You cheated, you used your…your…” He waves a hand at my chest, his mouth opening and closing like a fucking fish.
“Tits, Caleb. I used my tits. Or boobs. Breasts, depending on how clinical you want to be about it. Fun bags, if you’re a juvenile. Are you a juvenile?” I lean across the bar-height table and hit him with a smirk. His eyes twinkle and the boyish smile he gives me almost throws me off balance. I was ready for arrogance, a conceited man not ready to admit defeat, but he just looks at me like he can’t wait to play again.
