“Are you going to let her have free reign?” I ask as I laugh. I can picture her ordering bedazzled stationary for the guys.
“We don’t have much choice in the matter. Once she gets it in her head to do something, there’s no stopping her.”
When the elevator doors open, I notice we’re not on Marcus’ floor. He takes my hand and leads me up a flight of stairs. When he pushes a door open, my eyes widen in surprise.
“Wow.” I walk closer to the edge, taking in the view of the city. “I would be up here all the time.”
He takes my hand and pulls away from the edge.
“Stand right here,” he says.
I do as he says as he takes five steps away from me.
“We’re going to play a game,” he says as he turns to face me.
“What game?” I start to laugh because this is definitely not what I expected.
“It’s called Not so fast. We each get a turn to ask the other a personal question about ourselves. If you answer right, you get to take a step towards the other person.”
Okay, that actually sounds like a great idea.
“So it’s a test to see how well we know each other?”
“Yeah, but there’s a catch,” he says with a cocky grin.
“There’s always a catch with you,” I tease.
“If you answer wrong, I will tell you the right answer, but you have to strip out of a piece of clothing as the price for the answer. The same counts for me if I answer wrong.”
Oh.
I immediately remember when we played strip horse. I’m pretty confident that I know more about Marcus than he knows about me.
“Okay, who goes first?”
He tilts his head, and with a flirtatious smile, he says, “Pretty-girls go first.”
I shake my arms out next to me and clear my throat as if I’m getting ready for the competition of my life.
Well, technically it is. I definitely want Marcus standing naked in front of me.
“Are you ready to strip for me, Pretty-Boy?” I say while I think of a question.
“I’ve been ready for years.”
Hot damn.
Deciding to flirt a little, I ask, “What kind of underwear do I wear?”
He lets out a burst of laughter.
“You’re all about comfort, but you have a daring side, so I’m going to go with boyshorts and a lace bra.”
Damn. I pout when he gets it right. That was supposed to be a sure win for me.
“I’ll take that as a right answer,” he says as he takes a step towards me.
“My turn,” he teases as he rubs his hands together. “How old was I when I lost my virginity?