She rolls her eyes playfully. “Tell me, it won’t scare me,” she whispers.
I stare at her, and I know it won’t. She already knows I’m older, and it hasn’t had her running away. Instead, it seems to attract her more.
“Thirty-eight,” I reply, watching her face to see what her reaction is.
“You’re younger than I thought.”
A deep chuckle leaves me at her answer. “Yeah, not too old, you reckon?”
“Not an old man just yet.” She swats my hand with a giggle.
Silence falls between us, and when she smiles, it causes me to frown in confusion.
“Why are you smiling?”
“It wasn’t that hard, was it?”
I chuckle. The only hard thing is my cock between my legs. It’s growing and making me spread my thighs under the table.
Keeping those thoughts to myself, I say, “No.”
“Do you want to play a game?” she asks, looking like she needs liquid courage as she takes another sip.
“I don’t play games,” I say honestly.
“Come on. It’s Christmas and you’re stuck here. Let’s have some fun.” There’s a twinkle in her eye I’m not sure I can deny.
I squint, trying to read where she is going with this. “What are you thinking?” I ask, still mulling over her words.
“Truth or Dare.”
I haven’t played this game since I was young. It seems stupid and dangerous. Playing Truth or Dare with her could lead to trouble. Serious fucking trouble.
“I’m a thirty-eight-year-old man, and you want me to play Truth or Dare?” I shake my head.
“You’re not dead.” She winks, and I let out a groan, rubbing my jaw.
“Come on, live a little. Or are you too scared I’ll have you eating a spoonful of hot sauce when you choose dare?” She wiggles her eyebrows, and the humor is back, and fuck if she isn’t tempting. As she brings her drink to her lips again, I’m suddenly jealous of the glass, wishing that perfect mouth was pressed against mine or full of my cock.
I used to be young and carefree like Gracie is now. I used to be the guy that actually lived his life and had fun, then things changed when work took over and effectively ruined my life a bit.
The issues with my ex-wife only arose because all I did was work. It broke my family and caused my divorce, but I couldn’t give it up. Work is my life—it consumes me.
And now, here I am, unable to work. So why shouldn’t I live a little? Indulge in the temptation that sits across from me…because I don’t see this game ending with me letting her walk away untouched unless she doesn’t want it. Her hungry eyes keep suggesting things that I doubt I’m wrong about.
“I’m in,” I say with a lift of my brow. “But no fucking hot sauce, deal?”
She tips her head back, laughing, before sitting up and clapping excitedly. And I can’t help but roll my eyes with a grin.
“Truth or dare?” she asks.
“Truth.”
I’m not game to try dare yet. I don’t know where her head is at.
She stares at me for a minute, and my pulse rises, wondering what the first question will be.
“Are you married?” she asks, and I let out the breath I was holding.