Page 66 of Would You Rather
“Bragging rights.”
He shakes his head, letting out a tut. “That’s not good enough for me.”
“Then what do you want?” I ask him, my brows knitting together.
His eyes immediately drop to my lips, the air between us getting thicker the more time that goes on. My lips part on impulse, and his eyes seem to darken as he blows out a breath. “I can’t ask for what I want.”
My heart starts to race right out of my chest. “Why not?”
His eyes snap back to mine. “Because you won’t want it.”
I swallow, my throat feeling tight. “You don’t know that,” I tell him, my heart beating even faster now. “Besides, it’s your choice. I’ll have to go through with it.”
I feel the heat of his gaze as our eyes connect, and then they fall again to the curve of my mouth. Only for a second before he sighs, closes his eyes, and runs a hand through his hair. “No, it’s too risky.”
“Then pick something else,” I tell him, my voice thicker than normal.
He grins, turning back to face me. “I want a day,” he says.
My brows tug in confusion. “A day?”
He nods. “One day, when you ditch that meticulously organized planner of yours, and I’m in control.”
“Of me?” I ask, my eyes widening.
“That’s right,” he says with a grin.
“What do you have against my planner?” I ask with a huff.
He glares. “Madeline, you’re attached to the hip to that thing. I bet you even brought it here with you.”
I clutch my bag closer to me, knowing he’s right. I did bring it with me. “Fine,” I relent. “But if I win, you become my personal assistant.”
He laughs, his face dropping when he sees I’m serious. “You want me towhat?” he asks.
I smirk, crossing my legs as I turn to face him. “You want to control me for a day, then I control you.”
His eyes sparkle as he grins. “You want me to wait on you hand and foot?” he asks. “Do whatever you want at any given moment?”
I don’t know why that just sounded dirty as hell, but I nod, swallowing. “That’s right.”
He chuckles, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb. “Fine, I accept.” He grins, leaning closer to me. “I can’t wait to win.”
“Well, then you’ll be waiting a long time because I won’t lose.”
He turns his body to face mine and leans closer. “Do we have a deal?” he asks.
I take hold of his extended hand and shake it. His thumb rubs over my knuckles just for a second, but the feel of his hand lingers, tingles spreading over my skin.
He leans in even closer this time. So close I can hear his breathing, hear his pulse knocking against his chest. “It’s Wednesday,” he whispers.
My breath halts as I stare up into his eyes. “So?”
His eyes drop to my lips for a second before they lift to my hair. “You usually wear your hair curly on Wednesdays.”
My whole body freezes. How does he know that? But I don’t have time to think before a flash happens. I blink, turning my head to see his phone in his other hand.
He just took a picture of us.
