Page 93 of The Games We Play
He smirked. “I liked it better when you called me Daddy.”
“I bet you did,” I shot back, walking away before he could see the heat that climbed up my neck, swaying my hips a little extra for emphasis.
The hallway was dim, quiet. The moment I stepped into the back office, memories came rushing at me like a flood.
I placed my bag gently on the floor and stepped toward the desk, letting my fingers trail across the smooth, dark wood. I could still feel Mac’s hands on me—still hear the rasp of his voice, still taste the urgency in the air. So many afternoons we’d stolen in here. So many secrets whispered into skin.
“Hey, Penny,” a voice said behind me.
I turned quickly and found Dudley leaning in the doorway. He smiled, the silver ring in his lip catching the light.
“Hi, Dudley.” I folded my arms and took a few steps closer.
“Nice to see you back around.”
I smiled softly. “It’s nice to be back.” And for once, I meant it.
Dudley nodded and disappeared down the hallway, and I followed not long after, heart thudding a little harder than I wanted to admit.
Mac was on me in seconds, a cigarette tucked between his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye. He was holding something behind his back.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to him with narrowed eyes.
He pulled out a laminated menu, the edges catching the neon glow above the bar. With exaggerated ceremony, he slid it across the counter to me.
My gaze dropped.
Love on the Rocks,the header read.
And then my eyes kept moving:
Penny’s Potion
Vanilla and Spice
Comeback Kiss
The Apology Shot
Blushing Rose
Let’s Not Be Over
My heart stuttered.
Color bloomed high on my cheeks, hot and all-consuming. I blinked up at him. Mac’s gaze was steady, like he was trying to read me.
Good luck, because at that moment, my brain had gone blank.
“Does everyone get this?” I asked, lifting the menu.
He nodded. “They’re tonight’s specials.”
This man had made a menu—an actual, laminated, public menu—with mynameon it?
A menu with cocktail names that read like a romance novel?
My heart squeezed tight in my chest, and a slow smile crept across my lips. I shook my head in disbelief, setting the menu down gently. My fingers traced the edge absentmindedly as I pressed my lips together in thought.
