Page 6 of Cozy with the Mountain Man
“Maybe I will. What’s your favorite dish to make?”
“I love a good piece of fried chicken. I enjoy experimenting with different ways to bread the chicken and what temperature of oil and breading yields the best results. Mee-maw taught me a few tricks.”
“Can’t beat fried chicken.”
Dinner continued with light conversation, and after we were stuffed with beef stew, we moved back to the living room. But not before stopping at the back sliding glass door, the snow showing no signs of stopping. “Do you think Louie needs to go out again?”
Jules looked over to where Louie lay on the floor in front of the fireplace, full from the meal of rice and beef we had made for him earlier. She covered her mouth as giggles escaped. “I’m going to say probably not.”
“He seems pretty comfortable here,” I said as we walked into the living room side by side. “I like it.”
“Me too,” I said, sneaking glances at her from the corner of my eye.
I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to take her to my bed and do naughty things to her sexy body.
Did she want me to?
“Did you want to watch a movie? Or play a game?”
“What game?”
“Trivia,” I answered with a mischievous smile.
“Trivia? Oh! Just you wait! I’m a master at trivia.”
“Good. But there’s a catch.” I smirked as we settled in the living room while I began setting up the cards for the game on the side table. She sat on the loveseat while I sat on the couch.
“A catch? No, no catches allowed.” Jules wagged her finger in the most adorable way.
“Yes. A bit of a fun twist.” My smirk turned into a grin. “For every answer you get wrong, you have to remove a piece of clothing,” I said with a sly grin.
“What? What trivia game is this?” Jules’s cheeks flamed red, and she squirmed in her seat. I loved it.
“It’s called sexy nighttime adult trivia. Ready? Pick a category.” I held up four cards, each listing a different category on the back, and on the front, a question and an answer were listed.
“Okay, rock music,” Jules said, pointing at one of the cards.
“A very popular band that exploded onto the scene in the early nineties and started the trend of grunge rock. What is the name of the band?”
I watched as she panicked, her eyes growing wide. “Shit! I know this one!” She playfully slapped the table, and her dog, Louie, got to his feet and shoved his face onto her lap, demanding pets and reassurance that his beloved owner was okay.
“Can I get a hint?”
“Sure, but it’ll cost ya.”
“What will it cost?”
“A piece of clothing,” I answered with a wink.
“Okay.” Jules reached down and slipped off a sock. She held it out, smirked, and tossed it over her shoulder. “Done.”
I chuckled. “One of their famous hits is ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit.’”
“Oh, c’mon, I know this!” Jules exclaimed before looking hopelessly at Louie.
“Take a guess. No more hints. And this time, the shirt comes off.”
Jules’s mouth dropped. “Socks count!” she teased.
