Page 13 of Naughty Nicky

“Well, if you are ready to see my stellar first word, I guess so.”

I lay down the tiles, and he bursts into laughter. “Okay so maybe you did get worse letters than me.”

I shrug as I wait for him to play his turn. Slowly sipping on my whiskey, even though it is going down a lot faster than I thought it would. I guess my acquired taste for it is hitting faster than expected.

I watch him lay down his letters to spell the word MAGE.

I grab two more letters from the pile since I forgot to grab them earlier and breathe a sigh of relief when I grab an S and a T. Hopefully, I can make some words out of this now.

We end up playing two games of Scrabble, Nick winning both unsurprisingly. I hadn’t even realized the sun set, and it was well past nine in the evening.

We were able to put the day behind us and forget about the awkwardness from earlier.

No more talk of naked pictures or thoughts of the monster Nick has hiding in his sweats. The closest we ever came to talking about cock was when I played the word in our game, both of us laughing over it.

Nick pours us more whiskey while I clean up the Scrabble game and put everything back in the box.

“So, what should we do now?” I ask him.

He sips his whiskey, and my eyes are immediately drawn to his throat, watching where he swallows down the booze.

So, the awkwardness has gone away, but the crush I have on this man is only getting worse with every glass of whiskey that we drink.

He runs a hand through his hair, and I can’t help but stare at his biceps flexing from the movement.

What I could really go for is a cold shower to wash away this damn crush.

“I usually am in bed reading at this point. Not usually up late. More of a morning person.”

I gape at him. “It’s like nine o’clock.”

“And early bird gets the worm.”

I shudder at that statement.

“You know, you may not be late to work if you went to bed early,” he teases.

I glare at him. “Some people are morning people, others are night people. I much prefer the nighttime over the morning.”

“And what do you do at night?”

“Things,” I mutter.

He laughs at me. “So absolutely nothing then.”

I stand up and poke him in the chest. “No, I used to be super productive at night when I was traveling.”

“Doing what?”

I grab my phone off the coffee table and pull up my photo albums since there is no service here, and I can’t show him mysocials. “Editing photos and videos of my travel. I used to spend hours doing it at night so I could make the most of my days filming content.”

He raises a brow at me. “Social media star?”

I shrug. “I wish. I was getting there, really hoping to make it as an influencer.”

“Show me your socials.”

“Um no service, dummy, remember?”

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