20 Questions

Chapter 23

"Now that is how you start the day out right," Hunter says as he slips his shirt over his head. I laugh and give him my best you're welcome smile. "Seriously though, if that is how I could wake up every morning, I may never let you go back to wherever you came from. We are just going to live at this lodge forever." He's so cute when he's unrealistic. "Speaking of, where are you from? I know how to make you orgasm, but I have no idea where you live."

"Born and raised in Indiana, baby. Purebred Hoosier."

"No shit? I am from Kentucky."

"I'm sorry," I joke as he gives me a you don't amuse me smirk. "Listen, I'll stop giving you shit when you admit that Indiana is the sunny side of the river."

"Not gonna happen, woman," he replies. "So, what is on the agenda for the day?" He takes a sip from the coffee that is probably a nice shade of lukewarm by now and dives into his pancakes.

"Well, I will be escorting you to the local karaoke bar which I am sure will turn out to be a fine establishment," I say as I take a bite of my blueberry muffin.

"How did you know we were going to do karaoke tonight?"

"I've been stalking you." He smiles back at me. "When I went out to get us breakfast this morning, the guys were out there and they invited me. They said the only way you would stay the whole time is if I was there for you to eye fuck."

"Oh, I'll do more than eye fuck you," he replies with a wicked smile. "Did they know that I stayed with you last night?"

"Uh yeah. I mean, I didn't come right out and say it, but the fact that you weren't in your room this morning and my just-been-fucked hair probably gave it away quickly. Is that ok?"

He smirks at my response. "Yeah, it's totally fine. I mean, I'll definitely be catching some shit about it, but it's totally fine."

"Nah, I think they will high five you or whatever it is guys do when they know their buddy got laid. You don't have to tell them though. You can just say we cuddled all night and watched chic flicks."

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, we'll go with that. That's definitely more believable. Hey, did you see what the lodge is doing for Christmas Eve?"

"No, but I'm hoping it doesn't include the hot tub because that thing could stand to be bleached."

"Yeah, thanks to you."

"Me?" I shriek, giving him the stink eye. "I don't have little swimmers bathing in that thing. That's all you, Cowboy."

"Did you just call me Cowboy?" he laughs.

"Sure did," I say, very matter-of-factly. "I'm just saying that I wasn't the one trying to impregnate the hot tub."

"Yeah, but you were an accomplice to the crime, therefore making you just as guilty. I seem to remember you having a hand in it," he says, laughing hysterically at his own joke.

Chris Rock, everyone.

"Ok, Cowboy, back to the subject at hand," I coyly reply, making him laugh even harder. "I'm sure you have a point about this Christmas dinner. Do you plan on making it sometime before New Year's Eve?"

Stink eye.

"Yes, smartass, I do. Anyway, they have a big conference room that they are decorating to the nines. I saw them bringing a bunch of stuff in yesterday. The bartender told me that they serve a big fancy meal and there's a band scheduled to play. He said there is a dance floor, too. Do you dance?"

"Awkwardly," I admit. "Let's just say the Dallas Cowgirls won't be calling me up for an audition anytime soon."

"Well, maybe I'll just have to teach you some of my moves. You know what they say about a white boy's dance moves?"

"That there are none unless alcohol is involved and then it just looks like a monkey fucking a football?" I counter.

"Exactly. You are one lucky lady."

"Hashtag blessed," I reply, making the pound symbol with my fingers.

"So, would you be my date for this joyous occasion?" he asks.

"I mean, how could I say no to twerking lessons to live Christmas music?"

"So, you'll be my arm candy for the night?" he asks.

"Well, I was thinking about taking Bryson, but I guess you will have to do," I say with a smirk as I reach around and smack his ass.

And with that, he charges over and throws me over his shoulder. I kick and smack him to put me down as he spanks my behind and throws me on the bed.

Holyhell. I've met my match.