Page 15 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

6. Chapter 6

7. Epilogue

About Kota Quinn

Chapter 1

Lawson

Of course, I’m stuck downstairs getting Michelle lunch. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, but every time I'm placed on Michelle’s team, I turn into her errand boy instead of working on our current marketing campaign.

I check the time on my phone and note that it’s eight minutes till noon. Great, I probably missed him.

“Lawson!” a familiar voice shouts out over the loud ruckus of the busy café. “Come quick.”

Glancing behind me, I see Noah, who's been my coworker and closest friend since moving here, pointing outside with a triumphant smile on his face.

It only takes me two-point-two seconds to glance at the long line in front of me, then at the one lonely person behind me to make my decision.

Screw it, Michelle can wait a little longer for her salad. If Noah is this excited to show me something, it must be worth it.

I abandon my spot in line and make my way to the window. One of the benefits of working in this building is the café on the first floor. Knowing I don't have to go too far today makes me a little less grumpy.

“Look. That’s him, right?” Noah points again.

My heart flutters when I see Victor crossing the street in a tight pair of black jeans and a royal-blue tee that hugs his chest. And oh god, his broad shoulders.

Fuck. Is it possible for the man to get hotter every time I see him? His wavy blond hair tousles in the wind as if he were auditioning for a damn shampoo commercial.

“I guess we didn’t miss him,” I say with a stupid, dopey smile spreading across my face. I swear the guy brings it out of me. Most of the time, I’m a pro at keeping my facial expressions under control.

If he ever caught me looking at him like this, I would die of embarrassment.

“Look at you,” Noah smirks. “You’ve got it bad.”

“Yeah, me and everyone else in our office. What do you think’s in the bag today?” I ask, playing the game that many of my coworkers like to play: speculating about what on earth he carries with him. But Noah doesn’t have any of it today.

“Who cares?” Noah sighs next to me. He’s so close I can feel his breath on my hair. “Let’s talk about that forearm porn instead. Damn, that man is delicious.”

Noah isn't wrong. Victor's arms are well-defined and tanned.

My eyes drift back down to the big brown paper bag that looks like it’s filled to the top. None of my peers knows what's inside, but like clockwork, the gorgeous blond arrives every Tuesday and Friday, ten minutes till noon, bag in hand.

Victor jogs the last few feet toward the front door of our building. And like usual, I’m sure he’s about to take the elevator to our floor and greet whoever the lucky soul is at the front desk with a panty-dropping smile and charm that would have anyone instantly smitten.

Let's just say I don't mind working reception on designated Victor days. Freaking Michelle. It would have been my turn to man the front desk, but going by the fact Noah was down here with me, she did this on purpose.

Every single time he walks through the sliding front doors, he’s holding a similar brown bag, big enough to hold three shoeboxes. Victor has a standing appointment with our boss, Ella Gray, the stunning CEO of Dee Rama Fashion Magazine.

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