“Okay, action number one. I want you to nominate one person on your team.”
“I’ll do it,” Brock offers.
“Alright, now that person has to hug every single person on your team.”
He laughs, but moves around, hugging each of us. Our staff member smiles, nodding to the head of the room.
“Great, now I want each person on the team to kiss one other person on the team on their lips. Here’s the catch, they can’t be your romantic partner.”
Barrett steps closer to me, but Dominic glares at him.
I roll my eyes, and turn to Samantha, raising a brow silently asking. She laughs as she steps in close and kisses me.
Then I turn to Dominic. “You better not kiss a girl.”
He sighs, turning to Grant. “Come on, buddy.”
Grant’s eyes widen. “No way. I’m not kissing you.”
“You don’t have a choice. Our girls are competitive. They aren’t going to let us lose this.”
As they bicker a moment, I catch Barrett looking dejected beside me.
I frown, looking to Nessa.
She follows my eyes before giving me an exasperated look. “Listen, you either kiss your bestie or you kiss your brother. Either way, the three of you are all that’s left. I kissed Abby.”
Grant stops bitching, wincing when he realizes his choice.
“Come on. I’m a great kisser,” Dominic jokes, grabbing his neck to press a kiss right on his lips.
It’s a quick kiss, but something about it stirs my libido.
“That leaves Barrett,” I say quietly.
Samantha rolls her eyes, heading over to him before pressing a kiss to his lips. He doesn’t reciprocate, but it must be enough for our judge.
“Jesus, I never needed to know what my best friend’s lips feel like,” Grant grunts.
“Soft like pillows, right? Isn’t that what the girls say?” Dominic jokes.
That’s something I didn’t expect from him. Before, he seemed stoic. I never realized he could go with the flow. I would have had him pegged as the guy not willing to kiss another male. Yet, he seemed to be fine with it.
“Do I need to worry about you stealing my man? I think he might have a little crush on you now,” I joke.
Dominic wraps his arms around my shoulders. “Never. I’m all yours.”
I smile, bringing my hands up to grab his arms. “I’m going to have to keep an eye on you two.”
He smiles, but turns his attention back to the front.
I have to admit, I don’t want to give him up.
* * *
After several roundsof this scavenger hunt, things have escalated.
I’m in only my boxers while thankfully my woman actually wore a bra. She’s down to it and a pair of shorts.
