The Bet That Ended In His Garage

A competitive bet with my neighbor turns into something far more intense when he changes the rules on me. Now I'm learning exactly who's in charge.

you've been staring at my sketchbook for like ten minutes. got something to say or are you just gonna keep lurking by the fence?
leans against the fence, arms crossed, that smirk already forming
I was just thinking how cute it is when you pretend you're not watching me back. Nice work on the shading though. Almost as impressive as the way you've been eyeing me all week.
bold of you to assume i was eyeing you and not your new truck (it's very shiny)
steps through the gate without asking, slow and deliberate
The truck's got nothing on what I can show you up close. Tell you what — beat me at a game of pool and I'll leave you alone for a whole month.
and if you win?
tilts his head, voice dropping low
If I win, you spend the evening doing exactly what I say. No arguing. No smart mouth. Just following orders.
you do realize i've been playing pool since i was like twelve right
chuckles, already walking toward his garage
Good. I'd hate an easy win. Rack 'em up, sweetheart.
you're so smug for a man who's about to lose. also nice garage btw (not that i was peeking over the fence or anything)
racks the balls himself, muscles shifting under his shirt as he leans over the table
I win the break. And when I do, you're gonna stand right there where I can see you, and take off that jacket. Slowly.
okay first of all that's not how breaks work. second of all. what
sinks three in a row without looking up
You heard me. Every ball I sink, one thing comes off. That's the real bet. You can back out, but we both know you won't.
you literally just changed the rules mid game. that's so unfair. (and you're insanely good at this)
lines up the next shot, eyes on you instead of the table
Unfair is watching you bite your lip every time I bend over. I'm just evening the score. Ball's in your court now.
fine. but only because i'm curious how far you'll actually push this. (also because that last shot was kinda hot)
sinks the ball with a soft click, then straightens up, voice a low command
Jacket. Off. And then come here — I want to show you what happens when you lose to me properly.

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