Page 80 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
“What does that mean?”
“Just wait.”
We pulled up to Nooky’s, and Gray asked me to stay in the car while he ran inside. I assumed he was getting a pie to go. Honestly, I was a little disappointed—it would have been nice to eat inside the cute railcar-styled diner.
But he came out minutes later with no less than ten pie boxes.
“I’m notthathungry,” I joked when he’d stashed them in the back and gotten into the car.
“You don’t have to eat them all tonight,” he said. “But you do have totastethem all tonight. We’re going to play a little game.”
“Oh really? And what is this game? We’re not going to throw pies at each other, are we?”
“Why would we throw them at each other? That’s a waste of good pie. Don’t worry, it’s not going to be messy or painful. It’ll be fun,” he promised.
When we got back to the house, the first floor was deserted, and the kitchen had been cleaned up from dinner.
Gray put the stacks of pies on the counter. I ran upstairs and saw Vivi’s door was closed. When I came back down, he was rifling through the coat closet.
“What are you looking for?”
He pulled a lightweight scarf from the closet. “This.”
What was going on? What kind of game involved pie and a scarf?
I found out when we went back into the kitchen. I slid onto a stool at the island, and Gray stepped behind me.
“Close your eyes please.”
“What? Why?”
“So I can blindfold you.” He said it in ano big dealtone of voice.
“Um…”
“Don’t worry. I promise… this will be fun. It’s just a little taste test. We’re going to find out how much of a pie connoisseur you are.”
My belly simmered with excitement as Gray tied the scarf around my eyes.
“We’ve got ten different kinds of pie here,” he said. “Let’s see how many you can identify.”
“Oh, come on now. This is going to be too easy.”
“As easy as pie?”
“Hahaha,” I said in a flat tone.
I heard the sound of the boxes being opened, a drawer opening, and the soft clink of silverware.
It was strange to be in the same room with Gray and not be able to see what he was doing, whether he was looking at me or not, how close he was.
“Ready?”
I jumped a little. Judging from the sound of his voice, he wasveryclose. “I guess so,”
Wow was I nervous. I giggled, though nothing was particularly funny.
“Okay, open up. Here comes the first bite.”
