Copyright Kirsty Dallas 2017
“You want to make this game a little more interesting?”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked using every ounce of seduction in my voice I could possibly manage without sounding like a sex phone operator. A little side bet in a game of pool could certainly help me climb Mount Austin.
“What do you want if you win?”
“A kiss, and not puckered up cheek kiss, I’m talking about a real kiss, on the lips, and it must go longer than ten seconds, and there must be tongue involved.” My answer was spewed with far too much enthusiasm and zero hesitation. Pathetic!
Austin laughed loudly and I really liked that I could make him laugh but I was also worried that he wasn't taking me seriously. I wanted that kiss and I would battle like a demon trapped in Hades Underworld with nothing more than a stick and a ball for that damn kiss!
“Fair enough, if I win, I get to take you to a movie.”
Huffing out an exasperated breath of air I looked around the room in astonishment. “You don’t want to use this opportunity to take advantage of me too?” I was entirely outraged at his lack of desire to take advantage of me. Didn’t he want to feel me up just a little bit?
“A romance movie,” Austin continued, not at all fazed by my little tantrum.
“That’s not the kind of advantage I had in mind,” I hissed.
“Take it or leave it, Sugar.”
Oh my lady parts, I practically quivered. He had indulged me with a pet name and I was struck speechless. It was the first time anyone had ever offered me an affectionate name, as sickeningly cute as it was.
“I’ll take it, I’m going to kick your backside anyway, so it makes no difference.”
Austin pulled a coin from his pocket and tossed it into the air. It landed in his palm and without looking, he flipped it over to lay on the top of his hand. “Heads or tails?”
This right here felt like a defining moment in my life. How many momentous moments had hinged on such an insignificant toss of a coin? With my bow I would have the power to manipulate this situation to benefit me, without it I was laid at the mercy of the fates, and I was so not a fan. The Moirai, or otherwise known in the English language as the fates, were three fickle bitches who liked to play in a not so fun way.
“Heads, I’ve always enjoyed a little head,” I whispered, watching Austin’s hand as if I still might manage to control the outcome of the coin toss.
The heat in Austin’s gaze flared for just a moment before vanishing into thin air and he pulled his hand away revealing an effing tail. I was competitive, I hated to lose, even a freaking coin toss. When I would have stomped my foot and sulked a little, Austin stepped into my personal space and ran a calloused finger down my pert nose.
“I’ll break, be prepared to have your cold heart blown to smithereens, Sugar. Pretty Woman is screening in the park this Sunday afternoon, you’re going to love it.”