Page 142 of Green Flag
Tease.
“And if you raced, what would your number be?”
Her red-painted lips turned into the cockiest smile. “One, of course.”
“Ah,” I chuckled. “I was thinking more like four.”
The smile vanished. She frowned, eyes narrow. “Four?”
“Always one away from the podium,” I said casually before taking a sip of my drink. “Justmissing out on what youreallywant.”
“Which is what?”
“Me.”
She shook her head, a glimpse of shock on her face, an open smile making her beam as she tried to deny it. Flustered and loving it.
Flanter, as she called it.
“We both know if I wanted you, I could have you. I’d be in pole position every night, wouldn’t I? Always your number one.” Cocky smile resumed, she leaned over to the bedside table to take a swig of her drink.
I waited until she was about to swallow. “You’d be in more positions than just pole.”
Her laugh made her sound like a tasered dolphin as she struggled to get her drink down. I was enthralled. Painstakingly enamoured.
Whatever this was, for however long this was, she was mine.
And I was completely, utterly hers.
Her hair glistened in the low light as she turned to the bedside table and dialled down to the reception. They picked up nearly immediately and she asked for a bottle of champagne to be brought up to our room.
So… we were going to remain clothed, I guess.
Maybe this was her setting a boundary. We’d probably have a wall of pillows between us tonight.
“Are we celebrating?”
Her nod was enthusiastic. “Celebrating the fact that you danced and it wasn’t half bad.”
“I would hardly call it dancing,” I laughed.
She leaned forward, showing her cleavage in her little dress, the remainder of her laugh still on her face, a slanted smile. “What’s your favourite position?”
Normally? Spooning.
With her? I wanted to hold her and look at her. I wanted tomake loveto Everly Bacque.
“Wherever you wanted me, I’d take,” I said and realised how cringy it was immediately, but nothing could stop my stupid, babbling mouth. “If sitting with you here is all I get, that’s my new favourite position.”
Yep. Cringe.
But I wouldn’t take it back.
Because it was true.
Her smile deepened to something more mischievous. “What about me on my knees?”
“It’s been the single image trapped in my head all week,” I admitted.
