Page 31 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"I already told Kristen that we don't play with balls," Tim said.
"Right." I coughed awkwardly. "Soccer? I mean, not soccer. There's balls in that. I mean one ball."
Bryce laughed behind me. His laugh was electric. It was like I could feel it radiating through me. His right hand had slipped down when he laughed and now his thumb was dangerously close to my ass.
"You two have one more guess," Alex said. "Make it a good one."
"What happens if we get it wrong?" Kristen asked.
Alex shrugged. "What do you guys think we should make them do?"
"So many options," Tim said.
Bryce's hands were making it hard to concentrate, but I didn't want to lose any more bets. I was still worried Kristen was going to force me to have sex in public. There was no way I'd have another punishment hanging over my head. As if the last couple days weren't punishment enough for awhile. I thought about how fast Bryce had run during Operation Red Rip. All the athletes in the ITA were in incredibly good shape. But they weren't all that fast. "Track," I said, before they could even come up with a punishment.
"Bingo," Tim said.
Kristen almost looked disappointed that she wouldn't owe Tim anything. She was totally crushing on him.
The car came to a stop outside of the restaurant and Bryce's fingertips dug into my hips one last time. "Thanks for being my seatbelt," I said and lightly touched his hand. I immediately removed my hand from his, opened up the car door, and stepped down onto the curb.
Bryce smiled as he climbed out of the car. "No problem."
"He liked you being on top of him," Alex said and slapped Bryce on the back.
Oh my God.
"So, Alina, you and Kristen both play volleyball, right?"
I turned my attention to Alex as we walked toward the restaurant. "Yes."
"So why are you so much shorter than Kristen?"
I laughed. "I play in the back row so I don't need to be tall."
"Interesting."
A hand on my lower back almost made me jump. I looked up at Bryce smiling at me. He removed his hand as he opened the door for everyone. I had my doubts about what Bryce wanted before tonight. But it was becoming pretty clear and I wasn't sure if I was ready. I knew that I was a mess right now. When I looked into his eyes, though, I wasn't thinking about what I had just lost. I wanted to hold onto that feeling.
Even if this wasn't a date, I was going to enjoy myself tonight. I wasn't going to think about Chris. At all. Because he damn sure wasn't thinking about me.
Tim said something to the hostess and we followed her.
I felt Bryce's hand fall to my lower back again, guiding me toward our table. I was almost disappointed when we reached our table, a crescent shaped booth in the corner of the restaurant, because Bryce's hand dropped from my back.
Alex scooted into the booth first. "Girls," he said and tapped the booth on both sides of him.
Kristen laughed and scooted in on one side of him. As long as Bryce was planning on sitting next to me, I didn't care who was on the other side of me. I slid in beside Alex.
Bryce sat down beside me and put his arm behind me on the booth, without touching me. "Alright, let's play a game while we wait for the waiter," he suggested.
"What game?" I asked.
"It's called ask a friend. We go around the table and take turns asking anyone at the table any question we want, but instead of them answering, someone else at the table has to answer for them. Alina, do you want to start?"
"Sure. What's Bryce's favorite food?"
"Really? That's a super lame question," said Alex. "But if you must know, his favorite food is a nice juicy rib-eye."
