Page 33 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

She shook her head and smirked. “Nope, that will take too long. Truth or Dare, Myles?”

My head fell back on the couch as I stared up at the ceiling, questioning this friendship of ours. Did she pick this game intentionally to set me up? It would be just like her to do that. God, I didn’t want to do it. There were a couple of secrets I kept even from her, and I knew she would prod me about it because, god love her, Jules was nosy as hell.

“Dare,” I groaned, trying to ignore her way too excited giggle, but that was impossible. I mean, if she asked me to kiss someone, I could live with that. Or eat something gross. That was fine. I had a strong stomach. But oh no. It was so much worse than that. I could sense it a mile away. Her giggle had a little too much ‘maniacal’ in it.

“We all know you have a massive boner crush on your boss. I want you to text him and tell him how much you want his body and for him to do naughty things to you.”

What the actual fuck?

I looked up at her with eyes bulging out of my head. I knew she had something up her sleeve! “Are you fucking insane?”

Her eyes gleamed with a knowing smile while Skye looked back at her girlfriend, jaw-dropped.

“No way. I won’t do it. I don’t want to be fired.”

“You’re about to quit, anyway. You hate your job, Myles. And you’ve been pining over Kane Harrington, Mr. Heartthrob Boss, for how long now? It’s time to do something about it.”

Kane Harrington wasn’t only my boss over at Kane Property Management, LLC, but I was his personal assistant. Jules wasn’t wrong. I’d been crushing hard on my boss, but he would never know it. She was also right that I was about to quit because life as a PA royally sucked. It wasn’t that Mr. Harrington was difficult or a lousy boss, but I didn’t get a business degree just to be an assistant for the rest of my life. I had plans and life goals, dammit. This job was holding me back. I’d only done it as long as I had so I could save money for the small business I wanted to start.

“You fucking hate me,” I groused.

“No, I love you. Tanner and I have been listening to you pine over your boss for three years now. He’s gay and single. You’re gay and single. Since you’re quitting soon, I think this is the perfect opportunity to get what you want.”

“Send him a dick pic,” some called out. I scowled at the crowd and flipped off whoever said that, making the room burst into laughter, probably at my expense.

I looked around the living room at everyone watching me to see what I’d do. My stomach dipped and my heart raced. “God, I’m not drunk enough for this.” And I was pretty toasty already.

“Someone get Myles a shot.”

I pulled out my phone and stared at it as if it had slighted me in a past life while someone handed me a small glass with something clear in it. I tossed it back without thinking twice, feeling the burn as it landed in my stomach, suddenly turning to acid.

“What if he says yes?” Tanner whispered in my ear. I looked at him and his small smile on his face.

“Are you seriously on her side? Traitor.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders and smiled. “I think you should reach for what you want.”

I sighed and opened my phone. “I’m not propositioning sex. No way. You can’t make me do it. That’s beyond inappropriate.”

Jules smiled as if she’d just won the lottery. “Deal. But you have to tell him you want him somewhere in the text.”

She and Skye parted as Jules stood to sit next to me. “I have to approve of the text.”

“Fuck.”

I tossed back the rest of my drink like a shot and took a deep breath. “I hate this game.”

As she helped me type out a message, my body sunk lower and lower into the sofa while my face incinerated.

“You’ll thank me later,” she said, kissing my cheek.

Chapter 2

Kane

Ilay in bed with my laptop, catching up on some work, when my phone buzzed, letting me know I’d received a text. I picked it up off my comforter and opened it to find a message from Myles, my personal assistant. Shit. I hoped something hadn’t happened at work.

It was Saturday night, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be emergencies, like a leased office flooding or a power outage.

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