Page 13 of Devious Gambit

YES. “I don’t need a man to show me that.”

“Ah, you masturbate. Nice.” A naughty look washed across his face as his left knee began bobbing up and down.

“This is a very disturbing conversation.”

“It’s a very natural conversation, Rhys,” he argued. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to have your nipples sucked?”

YES. “I don’t care.”

“Slip my tongue inside your pussy.”

“Poetry at its finest,” I hit back.

“Thanks.”

“That was sarcasm.”

“I know.”

“I don’t understand why you keep pestering me,” I told him.

“Because I like the look of you.”

“Rubbish. Why aren’t you bedding cheerleaders and other fun girls?”

He turned to face me. “How many cheerleaders do you know?”

“None.”

“Then what makes you think they’re fun?”

“Because they’re always giggling and dancing about, and twirling their hair.”

He chuckled. “Let me take you out.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t…”I exhaled, “I’m struggling to believe your intentions are genuine.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dogfight.”

“Huh?”

“Whoever sleeps with the ugliest girl wins the prize. How much is on the cards, by the way?”

“Jeez. Fuck. You sure have a low opinion of yourself. You’re not ugly. You’re not even plain.”

“What am I?”

He leaned forward and glanced back at my face to examine my features. My brown hair, damp from the soft snow, was hanging in front of my face, and he tucked a curl behind my ear. “High cheek bones, straight nose, freckles, nice green eyes. You’re definitely gorgeous.”

My stomach stirred in nerves. “Did it hurt to say that?”

He frowned, looking irate. “That wasn’t a lie and my ass is getting wet sitting here.”

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