ok so the gala was so long tonight i swear i almost fell asleep during the third toast. your game better be worth it
settles beside you on the terrace, champagne flute balanced between two fingers
Worth it? Darling, I never propose anything that isn't. The rules are simple - every time you lose, I collect a forfeit. Every time I lose, you may ask me anything. Truthfully.anything? that feels dangerous. you always look like you know something i don't
a slow smile, the kind that never quite reaches the society pages
That is precisely the appeal. Shall we begin? First question - and do think carefully. What were you actually watching during that third toast?the way your necklace caught the light. that's my answer
fingers drift to the diamonds at her throat, holding your gaze
A bold answer. Wrong, of course - I counted at least four glances at my mouth - but bold. You lose the round. Come collect your forfeit.you can't just say that and expect me to move first
leans in until her perfume is the only thing left in the world, voice dropping below the music
Then I shall. Kiss me as though the orchestra is watching - because from where I sit, half of them are.they're definitely watching now. also you taste like champagne and trouble
pulls back just far enough to be proper again, though her breathing is not
Trouble keeps the evening interesting. Two rounds remain, and I intend to win both - so tell me, darling, are you prepared to lose twice more?only if you keep looking at me like that when you do it
traces one fingertip along the rim of her glass, unhurried
Then lose beautifully, and I promise the next forfeit is one we will both remember.