Page 15 of Scrooged for the Holidays
“Please, Kai.” My plea is soft and watery. Maybe I missed my calling as an actress. “If I don’t see those work documents, I could lose my job.” That’s a lie. A complete lie. But he doesn’t know that. “I also need to call the inn and see if they have any rooms. I don’t want to be left out in the storm tonight.”
He runs a hand through his hair, and I track the movement. What I wouldn’t give to see if it feels as silky as it looks. I bet it smells nice, too.
No, Greer. Fucking focus.
“Your boss would really fire you at Christmas?” he asks.
What is it with everyone being so hung up on doing things like that around Christmastime? First Avery, then Holly, then Avery again, now him. I know it’s a holiday, but truly, it’s just another day on the calendar. And not everyone celebrates it.
“No,” I answer. My back straightens when I realize what I’ve said. My brain told me to lie, to say yes, but my mouth spoke the truth. What the hell?
Kai wets his lips. “You don’t need to call the inn. There are rooms available.”
I cock a brow at him. “How do you know that?”
“Because I live there. My friend owns it, and it’s close enough to the bar that I can walk to and from.”
I guess that makes sense, but that’s got to be expensive. Not that it’s any of my business.
“You really won’t let me use your Wi-Fi?” My question comes out high-pitched, and my lower lip juts out. Great, now I’m whining. I don’t whine.
Kai stares, arms still folded over his chest. “Are your work documents really that important to you? You haven’t even touched your food yet, and your fries are getting cold.”
Is he…concerned for me? By the wrinkles on his forehead and the lack of playfulness in his eyes, I’d say yes. God, this place is odd. I think I need to head to that inn and get some sleep even though it’s not that late yet.
“Yes, they’re important to me.”
He drops his arms and runs a hand through his hair again, blowing air through his lips. “Okay, I’ll give you the Wi-Fi password. But on one condition.”
I tap my fingers on the bar. “What is that?”
“You play a little game with me.”
“A game?
He nods, that playful smirk reappearing on his lips.
“What kind of game?”
“Truth or Dare.”
I laugh loudly, and the sound shocks me. When was the last time I’ve laughed like that, even if it was just at something ridiculous? I have no idea.
“Truth or Dare? Aren’t we a little old for that game?”
He chuckles, the sound warm like a cup of hot cocoa. “Never too old to play a game.”
“And why do you want to play Truth or Dare with me? Don’t you have work to do?”
He gestures around the bar, and I follow the motion. The place is empty now, including Mr. Broody. Only an empty whiskey glass is left behind.
“I’m all yours,” Kai says, voice low and rich.
Our eyes lock, and the attraction I felt before comes back. Or should I say makes itself known again. My heart picks up speed, and my hands become clammy with the unresolvedsexual tension brewing. “I’m sure you have something better to do than play with me.”
“Nope.” He pops the P.
Heat rises over my neck, and I think over my options. Am I really going to play a game of Truth or Dare with a man I just met?
