Page 86 of Game Changer
“What is the name of Warner Brothers’ romantic pet skunk?”Jax reads.
“Phhhht.Pepe le Pew.”
His mouth twists up as I roll the die again.This time it’s Science and Nature.
Jax frowns.“Shit.What Russian physiologist went to the dogs to writeConditioned Reflexes.”
I laugh.“Pavlov.”
“Yeah, but what’s his first name?”
“Oh, come on!”
He arches an eyebrow, waiting.
I squeeze my eyes shut, thinking.“Ivan.Ivan Pavlov.”
“Crap.”
“I’m still fully clothed.”
“I know.”
“I can’t fucking believe this,” Jax says as he reads the next card.“I’m taking another card.”
“No!”I sit forward, grinning.“You can’t do that.We have to play by the rules.”
“Babe.When it comes to getting you naked, I’m not gonna play fair.”
“Yes, you are.What’s the question?”
He sighs.“Who declared ‘As long as I am mayor, there will be law and order in Chicago?’”
I laugh delightedly.“I see why you’re annoyed.Richard Daley.”
“Yes.”He tosses the card down with disgust.
My luck runs out, however, with the next question.“What two cities usually mark the extremes of English Channel swims?”
“Dover and…um…” I rack my brain for a French coastal city.Damn.“Uh…” I’m coming up blank, but finally say, “Bordeaux.”
“Wrong.Calais.”
“Shit!I knew that!”
He gestures at me, reminding me to take something off.I look down at myself.I’m not wearing a lot of clothes.I stand up and step out of my shorts.
Jax’s smile turns carnal and he nods approvingly.
Now it’s his turn.“You’re going down,” I say, pulling a card from the box.
He lands on Arts & Literature, which I happen to know is not his strongest category.
“Who’s the clown in Shakespeare’sHenry IVandThe Merry Wives of Windsor?”
“Fuck.”His lips curve down in disgust.“I have no clue.”He peels his shirt off.
My mouth drops open.“You didn’t even try.”Then I smirk.“You just want to get naked.”
