Page 58 of Intense
“No. A drinking game. We’re in Vegas, after all, Stephanie.”
I blink.
“What kind of drinking?”
He closes his eyes, visibly restraining himself.
“Water. Let’s drown ourselves in hydration,” he says, dripping with sarcasm.
I snort.
“Real drinking. Shot for shot. Whoever’s standing wins. Beat me, and I’ll give you the chart win for the week. Hell, I’ll put a plaque over your office door.”
Victory. I’ll take it.
“Deal.”
He laughs, a deep, wicked sound that makes me regret it immediately.
He pulls the door open and motions for me to leave.
“Ladies first. And don’t ditch me for any alien dick tonight.”
I spin, walking backwards to face him as I grin.
“I’m not missing out on monster dick if the opportunity arises.”
He shoves his hands into his pockets.
“You already are.”
He winks and turns down the corridor.
Of course Mr. Perfect has a huge dick. Even that’s annoying. He just has to be the full package.
That’s the least of my problems.
Drinking with my boss is probably not my smartest move.
But if it gives me a win?
I’m all in.
And what’s worse is I’m thinking about the size of his cock now.
Chapter 21
FINN
Ishouldn’t be doing this.
Drinking with her. Letting her bait me. Humoring her fire.
But here I am.
Because she challenged me. I didn’t think she’d bite, to be honest. She seems to flip between emotions rather quickly. That has always intrigued me about her. I keep my emotions locked up tight. But she doesn’t.
But I never fucking walk away from a challenge. Especially not when it comes from her mouth.
