Page 31 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

is, opened up the car door, and stepped down onto the curb.

Bryce smiled as he climbed out of the car. "No problem."

"He liked you being on top of him," Alex said and slapped Bryce on the back.

Oh my God.

"So, Alina, you and Kristen both play volleyball, right?"

I turned my attention to Alex as we walked toward the restaurant. "Yes."

"So why are you so much shorter than Kristen?"

I laughed. "I play in the back row so I don't need to be tall."

"Interesting."

A hand on my lower back almost made me jump. I looked up at Bryce smiling at me. He removed his hand as he opened the door for everyone. I had my doubts about what Bryce wanted before tonight. But it was becoming pretty clear and I wasn't sure if I was ready. I knew that I was a mess right now. When I looked into his eyes, though, I wasn't thinking about what I had just lost. I wanted to hold onto that feeling.

Even if this wasn't a date, I was going to enjoy myself tonight. I wasn't going to think about Chris. At all. Because he damn sure wasn't thinking about me.

Tim said something to the hostess and we followed her.

I felt Bryce's hand fall to my lower back again, guiding me toward our table. I was almost disappointed when we reached our table, a crescent shaped booth in the corner of the restaurant, because Bryce's hand dropped from my back.

Alex scooted into the booth first. "Girls," he said and tapped the booth on both sides of him.

Kristen laughed and scooted in on one side of him. As long as Bryce was planning on sitting next to me, I didn't care who was on the other side of me. I slid in beside Alex.

Bryce sat down beside me and put his arm behind me on the booth, without touching me. "Alright, let's play a game while we wait for the waiter," he suggested.

"What game?" I asked.

"It's called ask a friend. We go around the table and take turns asking anyone at the table any question we want, but instead of them answering, someone else at the table has to answer for them. Alina, do you want to start?"

"Sure. What's Bryce's favorite food?"

"Really? That's a super lame question," said Alex. "But if you must know, his favorite food is a nice juicy rib-eye."

"Oh. Well what kind of question should I have asked?"

"Let me give you an example. What's Alina's number?"

"Why is that question any better?" I asked. "Half the people here already have my number."

"No. I meant how many people have you had sex with?"

"Oh..." My face started to blush.

"One," said Kristen. "Her boyfriend. Er...her ex boyfriend. Or whatever they are."

"Okay, next question," I said quickly. "Kristen, I think it's your turn." I could feel Bryce staring at me.

Kristen tapped her finger against her mouth while she thought of a question. "What's Tim's biggest fantasy?"

"Based on our conversation earlier, I think he wants to be someone's prison bitch," said Bryce.

Alex laughed and Tim looked slightly annoyed. From the brief time I had known Tim, I thought that Bryce's guess might not be far off.

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