The Wager (The Bet 2)

“One.” He held up a finger. “I’ve seen you naked like four times in my life.”

“Four?”

“Four.” He confirmed. “Once when we were in sixth grade. I was supposed to be in my room when you and Kace changed for the pool. Instead, I snuck over to the guest room and peaked through the door.”

“Pervert.”

“Hey, I’d just discovered I liked girls.”

“Versus what? Mice?”

“Cute.” Jake scowled. “The second time.” He waved two fingers in front of her face, and she pushed his arm away but he kept talking. “Junior high camp. You and Kacey thought I was asleep and you changed into pj’s. I swear ever since then I can’t even look at blue and white stripped underwear without getting a—”

“Stop.” Char moved to stand. “I think it’s safe to say I know where that was going.”

“A huge smile”—Jake winked—“on my face. Gotta love stripes. Anyway, the third time was in high school when you tried out for the basketball team and hit the showers early because you had to go home sick.”

“You do realize that you sound like a Peeping Tom, right?”

Jake shrugged. “And you realize that guys are desperate enough to not give a shit how creepy we sound. We hear ‘naked’ and all bets are off.”

“Which brings us full circle. You want me to trust that you won’t watch when really we both know you will, so let’s get it over with.”

“P-pardon?”

“Stand up.”

He wasn’t really sure he could, or should, for that matter.

“Or sit.” Char moved to straddle his legs. Holy shit, was this really happening? Was she going to—?

“I think you’re under the false impression that I don’t know how guys think.”

“Well I—”

“And because of that little mishap, and you know, for all those times you watched me like the creepy, horny little high schooler you were…”

She grabbed his hands and placed them on either side of her thighs.

“… you don’t get to watch.”

Did that mean he could touch?

She ran his hands from her thighs all the way up her sides, stopping right below her breasts, and then she lifted his hands to her chest and up to her face. “Feel that, Jake Titus?”

Hell yeah, he felt that.

He felt his eyes flare with desire as his body hummed with need to have her.

“Now you don’t have to watch.” Char stepped away. “You and your perverted little mind can imagine. Now, out.” She pointed to the door and crossed her arms.

Was she serious?

She wanted him to stand? Right now? And actually walk to the door? And close it behind him? Without…

“I’m waiting.” She winked.

Well played, damn it.