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“He didn’t like anything. I’m sure karaoke was on the list.” She smirks and her nose scrunches. Damn, that’s cute. “I bet I can change your mind,” she says with such confidence.
“I doubt it.” But I’d love to see her try.
“I bet I can. I bet I can get you to stand up from this chair and give me a standing ovation, maybe even a whistle.” She nudges my arm. I practically feel that small touch through my whole body. I may have to stand up before she even gets up there so I can adjust my pants.
I set my drink down and turn to face her. “Alright, but if you don’t, you have to admit that Jack can be considered a bourbon and then you have to drink bourbon and Coke for the rest of the night.”
She smiles that smile that lights her whole face up. Damn it, a smile shouldn't be this beautiful, but I think I’d give anything to alwayssee hers.
“And when I win, you have to take me to get strawberry ice cream from the shop across the street and I get to pick your flavor.”
I check the watch on my wrist. “It’s almost ten. They’re probably closed.”
“Nope, they're open until eleven pm on weekends. I checked earlier. Ice cream is another vice of mine.” She shrugs, but now all I want to know is what her vices are. “So, do we have a deal?”
“Deal.” I hold out my hand for a shake, sealing the bet.
She slips her hand in mine then hops off her stool with a smile. “Be ready to eat your words.”
“We’ll see.” Her hand is still in mine and as much as I’d actually like to see her lose this bet, part of me wants to skip it and take her to get her ice cream as long as that means I get more time with her.
Before I can say anything else, she walks away and I feel like a real dick for the way my eyes follow her as she does. She leans over to the stand to talk to the announcer, and the combo of her smooth legs and ass is enough to make me need to readjust in my seat.
The guy hands her a microphone, and she walks up on the stage. “Alright, to kick us back off, we have one of tonight’s favorites.”
She makes it to the center of the stage and a group to the side starts to whistle and yell for her. I’m assuming that’s the group she’s here with tonight. I’m praying that one of those guys is not her boyfriend.
When she winks at me, I shake my head. I'm determined to win this bet, but I can’t take my eyes off of her. I haven't been able to since she rammed into me. As she keeps singing a song about keeping your boots on during certain activities, the thought of her keeping her boots on in my bed makes my hard-on worse. Before I even realize it, I’ve stood up and walked a few steps closer to watch her.
How can someone be so enticing? She’s fucking amazing. She keeps singing the song, and I’m captivated.
When she finishes, she shoots a little smirk my way, noticing that I’m standing. I’ve already lost, and I’m not even mad. I bring two fingers up to my mouth and let out a sharp whistle. Her head falls back in laughter. I’m so fucked.
Chapter 3
“Mommy, watch me do a butt buster,” Stevie hollers from the pink princess bounce castle. I can’t believe she’s four today. Ugh, rip my heart out. My beautiful blonde sunshine. Four.
I’m going to cry again.
“Good job, baby,” I cheer as she does her millionth butt buster.
“Wyla, oh my gosh, Wyla, you have to come with us,” Waverley says, panting like she ran to me.
“What? What’s going on? Is someone hurt?”
“No, phew.” Winry bends over trying to catch her breath. “It’s hard to run while pregnant. Ugh, you just need to come with us.”
I gesture to the insanity of kids jumping in front of me. “But Stevie’s on the bounce castle. Just tell me what’s going on.”
“Nuh-uh, you have to come with us,” Waverley demands.
“But Stevie is…”
“Hey Wyla,” Matt greets us with a present in hand. “Where’s the birthday girl?”
“Perfect. Matt, Stevie’s in the bounce castle. Can you watch her for a few minutes? We need to steal Wyla,” Waverley says.
“It’s important,” Winry adds.
