“We need to make this a little fairer. I think if he gets a wild, draw four cards we will still answer four questions, but only remove one piece of clothing.”
“Are you serious?”
“I have three items on. You have what, twelve?”
“Oh, stop exaggerating you, big baby. Here, how about I make it even then.”
She takes off her shirt and sits in front of me in just her bra. I guess I was wrong. I allow my eyes to wander over the beauty in front of me.
“Eyes up here, big guy. If you can’t handle it, we can stop playing,” she mocks.
“Nope, I’m good. So we’re even then?”
“Even Steven. What’s your question?”
I almost forgot I won a question. Hmm, what to ask this time? I laugh when I figure out what I want to ask her.
“What's your favorite feature on a man?” I'm half expecting her to gawk, or start to protest the question, but to my surprise, she hardly even thinks before blurting out her answer.
“Eyes.”
“Really?”
“Yep. They can say a lot about a man.”
I was hoping for something a little dirtier.
“What color card?” she asks.
“Oh, um…green.”
We play a couple more turns, and she slams down a draw four wild card. "Ha! Take it off, mister!"
I smile and take off my shirt. I love the way her eyes trace over my chest. I know the effect I can have on women, but the way Taylor is responding means more for some reason. It's as if I'm being looked at for the first time.
“Like what you see, princess?” I taunt.
She’s almost shocked that I call her out on staring and is almost embarrassed to be caught. She takes a few beats before answering and shrugs. "Yep."
I smirk. “Okay then. What are your questions?”
“Let’s counter your question. What's your favorite feature on a woman?”
“Breasts. And lips.”
“So you’re a boob guy?” She chuckles.
I look at her with a little smile and watch her face flush as she fidgets.
“How long has it been since you’ve been with a woman?”
I look at her, a little taken back by the question. I'm not sure I want
to answer, but decide what the hell. "Almost two years."
“And how many women have you slept with?” She looks me straight in the eyes, challenging me. I want to be honest with her. “Well? What’s the number?”
“Why do you want to know this?”