“We’ve had a break all day, sweetness, and I want to play a game.” His hot and cold personality was more than she’d be able to take in the upcoming months.
“By all means, Nolan wants to play a game, so let me hop up right now and be at your fucking beck and call! Do you always get your way?” Mikayla had shed the blanket and was standing toe-to-toe with Nolan.
Grabbing the cards and placing them in her hands, he replied, “You’re here, so you answer that question.” He sat down across from Mikayla as she started to shuffle. “Wow, you can really shuffle; you could be a Las Vegas dealer.”
Flipping him off, as he was obviously teasing at all the cards that were being flipped by her butterfingers, she gave him the deck to cut. “What are we playing, asshole?” She always insulted him whenever the emotions he stirred in her were winning against her hatred.
“War but it’s modified a bit. For each win, the winner asks the loser a question they have to answer.”
Mikayla raised her brow. “Anything?”
“Within reason, my little sweetness. But no questions I ask are off-limits to you.”
She was tempted to toss her water at him as she spat, “You really are an dick.”
Setting the deck down and giving her half of it, he replied, “Yes, sometimes, but most of the time, I’m gentle and sweet, and I can do things to you if you’d only allow me.”
Her body betrayed her, and she could sense her nipples were hard against the flimsy bra she wore. Nolan was obvious in that he saw the change in her body and winked her way.
Placing down her card, Mikayla watched as he set his down and then she said, “I win.” Tapping her finger against her chin, she teased him, “Um … what to ask you—I know! Is Nolan your real name?”
“Are you going to tell me your real name?”
With his lips turned up, he winked and replied, “This will be a free answer, and that’s a no.”
With the next set of cards, she set down a six, and he set down a seven. “My turn, sweetness. Hmm, are you a virgin?”
Quickly, she responded, “No.”
Next turn, she set down a two, and he set down a nine. “I win again. How many men have you slept with?”
“Two.” Before he could respond, she placed down a five, and he placed a queen.
“Fuck!” Mikayla exclaimed.
“Only if you are lucky!” Before she could respond, he took a swig of his beer, and it was odd to see him drinking. He never had, not since they’d been here together. “Do you orgasm easily?”
She laughed. “I’m not answering that, and are you drunk?”
“Nope, just one beer, that’s it. And you have to answer the question.”
“Let’s just say, my partner works hard but also gets rewarded.” She had planned to elicit as much pain as she could with him; if he was going to give it, she’d give it back as painfully. Mikayla put down a king, and Nolan put down a ten. “Finally. Now, how did you come upon me that night when you kidnapped me?”