Page 13 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

I turn my head, so my mouth’s up against her ear. “You’ve had too much to drink,” I whisper.

She sits up suddenly, causing her butt to slip backward off my leg. I catch it with my hand and push her back up. I couldn’t tell from underneath her dress, but now that I have a handful of it, I can tell her butt’s incredibly round—just the way I like it.

She puts her finger in my face, oblivious to the fact that my hand’s still on her ass. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Explain,” I say, laughing as I slip my arm back around her waist.

“We’re playing a game called Truth or Te-kia. Tuh-kee-uh.”

“Tequila.”

“Yes,” she says, tapping my nose with her finger. “If you don’t want to tell the truth, you have to drink.”

“Well, from your current state, I’m guessing you’ve been lying all night.”

“No, noooooo.” She flings her legs over my other leg, trying to sit fully on my lap. My legs are spread too wide, so she falls between them. I close them quickly around her before she slams to the ground.

“Oopsies.” She rests her head back on my leg as she looks up at me, smiling. She’s hanging off my legs like a kid on a jungle gym.

“Yes, very much oopsies.” I grab her under the arms and pull her back up onto my lap. “Are you okay?”

She ignores me again. “I haven’t been lying. I just don’t want to tell the truth, so I had to drink—a lot. I’m not a very good drinker.”

“I can see that, and I think you’ve had enough to drink for the night.”

“Yes,” she says, nodding, “that’s why I have to do a dare to win the game.”

“What’s the dare?”

“I have to get you to kiss me.” She puckers up and leans into me. I put my hand over her mouth and push it back.

“Not so fast,” I say, laughing as her face melts into confusion. I’m sure I’m the only guy who’s ever refused to kiss her. “I’m not that easy. I like to get to know someone before I kiss them.”

“Mmmm,” she says, wiggling her lips against my hand. I lift it to see a frown. “Just kiss me. It’s easy. Just a smack and then we can be done.”

“I’m not so sure I want to be done,” I say, tapping my fingers on my chin. “Tell me something about yourself first. Let’s start with your name.”

She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Sophie. I mean Sophia.”

“Do you not know what your name is?”

She leans in closer to my face and whispers again. “My friends call me Sophie, but I like to be called Sophia in business.”

“Okay, Sophie,” I whisper back to her.

“We’re not friends.”

“We don’t work together either.”

She tilts her head back and laughs silently—like I’ve said something funny. “You’re funny,” she says, laying her head on my shoulder. “Tell me a joke.”

“I don’t really tell jokes.” The top of her head’s pressed against my face. Her hair smells like oranges. “I’ll tell you a secret though.”

She lifts her head and looks at me suspiciously. “What secret?”

“I’ve been eavesdropping all night on your game. I know your friends dared you to kiss me, so you wouldn’t have to call your ex-boyfriend.”

“Sam,” she says, spitting his name like she’s trying to get poison out of her mouth.

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