Page 46 of Game of Love
Night felland Xander made a fire in the bonfire pit near the car.
We’d gone for a long walk where we’d talked, like he said and didn’t give a shit about anything.
Sitting by the fire with him reminded me of camping in Italy with my cousins who were all so crazy with their ghost stories.
I’d learned that Xander served in the marines when he started telling me all about his adventures.
We sat practically side by side by the fire.
I couldn’t help my fascination with how the orange flames highlighted the outline of his face. It was the artist in me that took note of things like that. The woman in me didn’t fail to notice either because the man was what you’d call mouthwatering gorgeous.
Xander Cage was thirty six years old, a whole ten years older than me but looked more like he was in his mid to late twenties. He had the body of a god, the kind that you knew right off the bat he worked out and took complete, regimented care of.
I doubted the man ever ate anything sugary in his life, or anything that could be classed as fattening. Basically, none of the typical stuff Anya and I would stuff our faces with on a girls night in, or out.
He shuffled to face me when he rekindled the fire and I took in the way his muscles bulged every time he moved his arm. Most men I knew would actually have to tense and flex. His arms just did it naturally.
There was no way he was single with a body like that. Or, maybe he was and the kind of guy who kept himself open so he could have all the women at his beck and call. I was pretty sure he could choose whichever and it would be fine.
“Jia?” He said my name like he’d asked me something previously.
Too busy checking him out and ogling him, I hadn’t heard anything.
I widened my eyes and was grateful for the cover of darkness to hide the blush that crept up my cheeks.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear,” I confessed. I couldn’t even think up some lie or excuse on the spot to say.
He smiled at me and that sucked me in too. “You mentioned camping in Italy. I was asking if you did that a lot.”
“Oh, not so much and more when I was a kid.”
“Before the heels?” he teased.
“Before the heels.”
“Well you seem more like an indoor girl.”
I frowned. “What? I’m here aren’t I? And I haven’t complained once about being outside.”
“This is hardly outside, we’re just sitting by the river.” He chuckled.
“Do you want me to go camping with you?”
He looked at me and didn’t answer.
“Well?”
“Not sure how to answer that.”
“It was a yes or no question,” I pointed out.
“Well, I’m pretty sure if I say yes and do it, it would be one sure way to get my dick chopped off.”
I burst out laughing.
“What? You think it’s funny? Me with no dick… Jesus.”
“Oh my God, just stop talking.” I gasped trying to contain my laughter. Once I had I swallowed hard. “What on earth would make you think that?”
