Page 33 of Fright Night
My hands clench her waist, walking us to the entrance of the maze. A maze I’ve been studying since yesterday.
“Say the word and I’ll let you go.”
By the entrance, she hesitantly says exactly what I expect her to. “Let me go.”
I release her, positioning myself at the mouth of the maze with her inside it, ensuring my body blocks the only exit. Her eyes flick to me and the few inches of space on either side, and she chews her bottom lip, realizing exactly what I’ve done.
“Beat me to the centre of the maze and you get to choose your treat. Whatever you want.”
Anger flashes across her expression and she opens her mouth to presumably argue what she doesn’t have a choice in, but then slowly shuts it. Her breathing slows and her hands rub against her bare thighs.
Then something else crosses her face.
Wonder. Debate. Curiosity.
Oakleywantswhat’s being offered. She’s simply in denial about her desires.
“Or? I know you, Knox. There’s more to this.”
“If I beat you, the treat is mine.”
She exhales audibly. “So you’re going to race me to the centre?”
“In theory.”
A brow hikes and that cocky smirk of hers I love appears. “I’ve watched them build this thing. I studied the layout in case a kid got lost. Hope you realize there’s no way I’ll lose.”
Except she’s unaware of the alterations Blaze, Cody, and I made to it late last night after everyone left. Past when the “final checks” were completed, when we had a bitch of a time sliding the damn hay bales—smaller than average farm ones—aside to form an extra path for me to cheat with. A path she’s ignorant of.
“So there’s no risk in playing. Get going, little fairy.”
She bites her lip but remains. Anticipating. The energy rolling from her is heady enough to possess me. If she was aware of this, she’d win easily.
I take a step, which snaps her from her daze, and she streaks down the maze’s corridor. Her little skirt flips up, baring an ass my hands will be on soon enough.
Minutes from now, in fact.
She disappears around the corner and I wait.
This won’t be a lengthy game. As she stated, she knows the maze well and will undoubtedly reach the centre soon.
Just in case she’s quicker than anticipated, I start, ensuring to be the winner because no fucking way will I miss this opportunity.
I follow her route, down the stretch, around the corner, and down another. When the maze splits into a Y—the right side being correct and the left being a dead-end—I take the left because at that dead-end is a slight gap me and the boys created. Too small to notice unless searching, which I doubt anyone has. Or we made some kid very happy. Either way, Oakley not knowing about it is the purpose.
Squeezing between the bales, the hay scratching at my face, I make it to the other side: the very centre of the maze.
Within a moment, Oakley turns the corner, her victorious expression falling to shambles. A gaping mouth, making herpouty lips look sexier, and an appalled expression I’ll relive for months to come.
“How? That’s impossible! There’s only one path and I was on it. You didn’t pass me.”
“Rules are rules, Trickster. I won.”
“You cheated!” Red flashes across her cheeks and she stomps towards me, the costume doing her no favours in her attempt to appear menacing. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Alright, I cheated. So what?”
“It’s not fair, that’s what.”
