She grimaced a little. “Allison Margret Foster.”
“I take it you don’t like your name?”
The sides of her mouth pulled down into the cutest pouty frown. “Not really.”
“Was Margret a family name?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d met someone named Margret who wasn’t older than he was.
“Yes. And that’s three questions in a row. You’re only supposed to ask one, and then it’s my turn to ask another question.”
Daniel chuckled. “Sorry. Go ahead. What’s your next question?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue.” His gaze was drawn to her blue eyes, and he had to force himself to look away. He took a sip of his water. “Yours?”
“Purple.”
That made sense. He’d seen her wear purple a lot at the club. She had this bodysuit she wore sometimes. Then the pretty corset with purple ribbons that framed her breasts.
Luckily, her next question dragged his thoughts away from their dangerous direction. “Your kids. What are their names?”
He knew they’d touch on his kids again and he was okay with that. Talking about his kids reminded him how wrong his attraction to Ali was. “Cassandra, Bradley, and James.” And before she could ask the follow-up question he knew she’d ask, he continued, “Cassandra’s the oldest. James the youngest.”
She looked more interested to find out about his children than he thought she’d be. “Do you see them often?”
“I thought we were trading questions.”
Ali narrowed her eyes at him. “You asked three questions in a row earlier.”
Daniel laughed. “So I did.” He took another drink of his water, wondering if he should have poured something stronger for this game of theirs. “No, not often. Not anymore.”
“When—”
“I think it’s my turn now,” he said.
She nodded and gestured for him to go ahead.
What should he ask? “Have you lived in St. Louis all your life?”
“No. My grandmother and I moved here when I was ten.”
His eyebrows rose at that. What had happened to her mother?
But he didn’t get a chance to think about that question too much before she asked her next one. “What do you do for a living?” She paused. “I mean, I thought you were in real estate, but...”
He grinned. “But I live in a really nice house?”
“Yeah.” She shifted uncomfortably. “I mean, I know you can make a good living as a real estate agent, but...I mean...”
Daniel smiled and released a soft chuckle. “It’s all right. I know what you mean. And I am a real estate agent. Although, I don’t often look for properties on behalf of other individuals.” He hesitated, wondering what her reaction would be. “I’m more of an investor.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again. He knew she wanted to ask another question, but she was trying to play by the rules of the game.
He took another sip of his water. “Tell me about your grandmother.”
“That’s not really a question.” There was a little twinkle in her eyes, and he knew she was messing with him.
“Okay. What was your grandmother like?”