Writing A Wrong (Write Stuff 2)

I picked up my plate from the table. "You'll cave," I said confidently, shoving a bite of fried rice into my mouth.

"Care to put your money where your mouth is?"

My eyes narrowed at the cocky expression on his face. "What do you have in mind?" My luck with wagers had never been stellar. I could bet you the sun would rise in the morning and there would be some kind of freaky solar eclipse that would keep it from happening. My brothers were convinced I was jinxed and always tried trapping me into sucker bets—me being the sucker.

Alec set his fork down and wagged his fingers. "I bet you'll be begging me for these before I ask about your book again."

"Let me get this straight. You want to bet against sex? Is that normal?" He had me wondering if we'd already hit that point in our relationship where he could take sex or leave it. It seemed a little soon since we'd only been together for five months, but technically, I had no other experience in the matter.

"I'm taking a chance, but I'm betting you'll give up within a few hours."

I shoved his arm, making a piece of sesame chicken fall to his lap. "Oops. Clumsy me. Here, let me get that," I said, allowing my hand to wander between his legs. "You're awfully cocky with this bet, you know. All pun intended. You sure you want to risk this?" I watched his changing expression with amusement as my hand slid purposely between his thighs.

"Funny, but we'll see who can hold out." He smirked as he shifted in his seat.

I was tempted to dump his entire plate in his lap if it wouldn't have meant wasting perfectly good Chinese food. Maybe I could do the wanton soup. That wasn't my favorite. So what if I enjoyed sex with him? It wasn't like I was a nympho. I could cut him off cold turkey if I wanted to. "If you're that confident then let's also say you can't use those magic hands on yourself."

"Total abstinence? Those are big stakes. You sure you're up for that?"

"I wouldn't have said it otherwise," I proclaimed boldly, although the idea of trying to hold out from even charging my own battery seemed like a daunting task, especially with the way Alec liked to walk around the apartment nude sometimes. I would have to think of a way to tip the odds in my favor. "What's the matter, having second thoughts?"

"Nope, and when I win I get special reader rights to the entire Wicked Lovely series. Including the work in progress."

"And what do I get if I win?"

He looked into the air, pondering something equally valuable before answering."Okay. I'll give you what you've been wanting for months."

"Seriously?" I held my breath for a moment. He had to really be confident in his ability to win.

"Scout's honor," he said, holding up his hand.

"You'll really take me if I win?"

"Yes."

"And you won't complain at all?"

"Not once."

"What if someone cuts you off?"

"Not even then."

"What if I want to get everything there?"

"Fine."

"What if I want to go on all the rides over and over again?"

He grimaced before answering. "Not even if I puke or get run over by a stampede of tourists. No complaints."

A triumphant grin spread across my face after feeling like I'd covered every possible loophole. "You know there's no way I'm going to lose this bet. You should have never put the Wizarding World of Harry Potter on the table," I crowed digging into my food with gusto.

"We'll see," he answered, shamelessly winking at me.

My body practically sprang to life in response to his wink, but I tamped down my desire with thoughts of butterbeer and wizards. "I wouldn't count on it, big boy," I said, seductively licking my lips.

His shifted to the far end of the couch, placing a throw pillow over his lap.