“No, they’re not. You only get five questions. Now you have four.”
He tipped the beer to his lips and took a long pull. “Are they blue?”
“No. Three more.”
“Did they come from Victoria’s Secret?”
“No. Two left.”
Channing grinned. “I’m pretty sure they’re my favorite color, but I’ll take a stab and say pink.”
Brooklyn shook her head. “Last question. Make it good.”
“Do they match the bra you’re wearing?”
“Yes.” Brooklyn rolled her eyes, thinking he had no clue. She opted not to wear any undergarments to their dinner and found the joke to be on Channing. “What’s your final answer?”
Channing’s grin widened so that his teeth showed in a perfect straight row. “We both know you’re not wearing any.”
He chuckled when her jaw dropped. “What’s my prize?”
Brooklyn’s cheeks heated, and she glanced away from him. Her coral dress did little to hide her nipples and obviously little to keep Channing’s wandering eyes and hands from knowing she didn’t have anything on underneath.
“Come on, Brooklyn. What do I win?”
“One naughty request.” She met his eyes. “Anything you want.”
He sat back and nodded, seeming to think about it. “Okay. Now it’s your turn to play the guessing game. Your question is: What position will we fuck in next?”
“Who said we’ll fuck again?”
“Me. Four questions.”
“What? That wasn’t a clue question.”
“Fine. I’ll give you one free. Ask away.” The waiter brought their food and Brooklyn waited for him to leave before she asked her question.
“Is it one we’ve done before?”
“No.”
“Is it unusual?”
He grinned as he cut his salmon. “I can be kinky at times, but not tonight. I’ve missed you.” He forked a piece of food into his mouth. “So the answer is no.”
“Is it cowgirl?”
“No, but that would be hot. Maybe that’ll be next.”
“Sixty-nine?”
He chuckled. “You know, this game is fun. Nope.”
Brooklyn huffed a breath. “Well, I’m out of ideas. I’m not as informed in sexual positions as you obviously are. I give.”
“Chicken.”
She cut into her food. “Am not. Those are the only ones I know.”