Page 33 of Wanna Play A Game?
Chapter 16
Cali
Miles takes me back to his room after I’ve eaten. I feel so much relief with food in my stomach, and new energy runs through me.
Miles locks the door behind us. I rub my hands up and down my arms, the air conditioning chilling me in my skimpy outfit.
Not five seconds later, there’s a sharp rap at the door.
“Let me in, my pretties.”
Miles mutters something, then cracks the door open. “She’s with me, leave us alone, asshole.”
“Don’t get your panties in a wad, Miley. It’s just a game.” Sawyer shoulders his way into the room. He beams at me. “Hand me your clothes, sugar.”
I suck in a breath and take a step back.
Sawyer cocks his head like a predator, but he stays grinning. “What, you don’t want to play?” His tone is playful, but his posture is threatening.
“No. I don’t.” I clench my jaw. It’s still sore from what happened in the kitchen.
His eyes light up. “Goddamn. I’ve never seen a greener flag in my entire life. Take them off.”
“Leave her alone, dude,” Miles says, crossing his arms.
Sawyer turns to him. “You gonna get in the way of my hunt, Miles?”
Miles presses his lips together but remains silent.
Sawyer turns back to me. My knees have hit the back of the bed, and his eyes glint in excitement.
“I’ll give you clothes,” he says.
I look at him suspiciously. He has nothing with him.
He shrugs. “Well…I left them around the house. You’ll have to find them. Without your puppy here.” He nods at Miles. “Of course, you’ll have to keep that delicious body away from me, too. I have a hard time controlling myself when it comes to dessert.”
Miles looks uncomfortable and glances at me. “You sure that’s a good idea, dude?”
They’d give me access to the escape points and possible weapons? I cross my arms. Both men glance at my titties.
I drop my arms. “Fine. I’m down.”
“What?” Miles asks. But I’m already stripping off my clothes. First my top, then my skirt, then my thong. I toss them on the floor in front of Sawyer. I refuse to try to cover myself.
Sawyer looks unabashed, looking me up and down. Miles is pointedly looking at the small pile of clothes and not at me.
Sawyer whistles low. “Never gets old.”
What the hell? I gather myself and mutter, “Too bad I’ll never be yours.”
Instantly, Sawyer’s face changes. Anger flickers over it, and for a brief moment, I see a killer. Then, almost as quickly, his face softens into a mask of smiles. “You’re only allowed to wear the clothes I’ve hidden around the house. Don’t break the rules,bunny. Or do.” He shrugs. “Just don’t get mad when the game plays you.”
He leans down, grabs my thong, and takes a long sniff. “Goddamn. Imma send this to Ryder. Night, night, lovebirds.”
Anger flushes in my cheeks. “That’s not—“
Sawyer shuts the bedroom door before I can finish.
