Page 79 of Frozen Hearts
I’ve stopped asking him questions. He never answers and makes it perfectly clear he’s here for a dance, not to talk, so I immediately start my routine.
“No dancing, yet.” I pause with my arms half raised above my head. “Let’s play a game.”
“You want to play a game?” I clarify, confused.
He nods, sultry eyes skating over my skin. “A truth for a truth.”
I tilt my head, trying to get a read on him, to understand why he’s changing things up. This is… different. Way beyond physical.
“And if I don’t give you a truth?”
“Then I get to touch you.”
“Where?” I ask hesitantly.
One side of his lips quirks up in a dark, seductive smirk. “Anywhere I want.”
Fuck, I should not be contemplating this.
And yet, for reasons I can’t explain, I am.
“Alright, but that means I get to touch you, too.”
He hesitates, his lips pursing ever so slightly before he gives a curt nod of agreement.
Since we’re going off script tonight, I move to sit beside him in the booth, but he waggles his finger at me. “Ah ah.” Deliberately spreading his thighs, he points to the spot between them. “No reason why you can’t danceandtalk.”
“Seriously?”
“You are a performer, after all.”
“Yeah. I can also make balloon animals and shuffle cards like a pro,” I comment, moving into my usual spot between his legs.
“Congratulations,” he drawls, unimpressed. “I’ll be sure to keep you in mind if I ever need a kids’ entertainer.”
I roll my eyes at his attitude, but instead of feeding into it, I tune him out as I get into the zone, moving my hips to the sultry rhythm ofRiverby Bishop Briggs.
“First question.” His rough tone has me snapping my eyes open to look at him, finding his sharp gaze locked on mine.
“You said a truth for a truth. Not a question for a question.”
“Same difference.”
“They’re actually two very different things.”
“I don’t want to hear some superficial truth about your high school crush or if you got drunk and kissed a girl at a party once.”
Okayyy… Good to know I shouldn’t expect those sorts of questions.
However, that means he has something specific in mind to ask.
“Fine, questions it is, then.But, I get to go first.”
His eyes narrow on me, and I smile sweetly back at him, knowing it probably pisses him off.
After a moment, he waves his hand in aget-on-with-itgesture.
“What’s your name?”
