Page 23 of Wicked Tricks

“Your turn,” she urged.

I leaned forward, looking up at her.

“Never have I ever given a lap dance,” I raised an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, taking a sip, “now who’s trying to get who drunk?”

We played for a long time, asking each other stupid questions and both of us getting much more drunk than we intended.

I knew that we were both skirting around the real questions we wanted to ask.

“Never have I ever,” she sighed, searching for a new scenario, “had sex on a beach.”

I drank, and noticed that she didn’t.

“Really? Never?”

“Nope,” she shrugged, “I hate the beach.”

“What kind of psycho hates the beach?” I laughed.

“Me! Sand? Who wants sand in their ass crack? Waves that can pull you under and out to sea so you can drown? No thank you.”

“So where do you like to go?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I like the city. Stop changing the subject, it’s your turn,” she pushed.

I chuckled, “I’m running out of ideas.”

“Think harder.”

“Never have I ever,” I took a deep breath, thinking, “fucked on the hood of a car.”

She smirked, and took a drink at the same time as me.

Neither of us broke eye contact, and I wondered if she was picturing the same scenario as I was. All I could think of was how perfect she would look bent over the hood of my Rolls Royce.

I knew she was thinking the same thing as me, when her expression suddenly changed upon Diana entering the room. She placed a hand on Rome’s shoulder and smiled at me as she walked past us towards the entrance.

“Never have I ever,” she looked down to the floor, “stolen anything.”

We both drank.

“Never have I ever stolen a car,” I raised an eyebrow.

We were both testing the waters now.

Seeing how far we could go.

She smirked up at me, and took a drink. So did I.

“Never have I ever,” she said slowly, considering her words, “killed a man.”

I watched her for a moment, her eyes were carefully locked on mine, waiting for my reaction. I knew that she already knew the answer.

I took a drink.

But I wasn’t prepared for her to take one too.