He stood in the middle, unsure of what to make. Opening his freezer, he nodded at the sight of some frozen pizza. It had been a while since he’d had that and it would do. Once he’d turned on the oven, he pulled out the pizza and placed it on a cookie sheet.
While waiting for it to heat, he went and set the table.
“Dining on the fine china, I see,” Deyon spoke from the doorway.
He looked at the paper plates sitting on the table and nodded. “You got it. Nothing but the best for my girl.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “Is that what I am, Leonardo? Your girl?”
He rotated so they were face to face. “Have I not made that clear yet?”
She gave him a sassy grin. “Sometimes we like to hear it more than once.”
“Noted.”
They watched Jeopardy! as they ate, having forgone the table to eat on the couch. They played along with the contestants on the TV. Leo won in the end but only because he’d wagered more on final than she had.
“You’re ruthless,” she said.
Readjusting himself on the couch so he could see more of her, he swirled the rest of his wine in the glass before drinking it. “Yes. I can admit it. I like to win.”
She pointed a finger at him. “So do I, just so you know. Don’t get used to it.”
He grinned at the challenge and said, “We’ll see.”
She sipped her own drink then shrugged. “We’ll see how well you do when the stakes are higher. Like strip Jeopardy.”
He almost choked. “Strip Jeopardy?”
“Sure. What you’ve never played?”
“You have?” One eyebrow rose when he asked that question.
“My turn to ask the questions, Sheriff. Besides, you can turn any game into strip whatever, so long as you have the requirements.”
“And those would be?”
She leaned closer and swiped her tongue over her lips. “Willing participants.” Deyon moved back to her original spot.
“And I think we have those, unless I’m mistaken.”
God, she was a tease. “Oh no. We have willing participants.”
“Good. Then that’s all we need.”
Christ, he was ready now. “So, tell me. Have you played it before?”
She got to her feet and flashed him a sexy smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Yes, he would. She went to the kitchen and came back with a plate of cookies.
“Deyon?”
“Hmm?” She bit into one and moaned in bliss, which nearly derailed his thought.
“Answer me.” |
