Game On

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Part 2 of The Agreement

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July 7:

I know you're up to something. By the way you stare at me with that sly smile from across the dressing room, deliberately flashing me that infamous dimple, that fact can not be denied.

With your eyes glued on me, you stretch your arms up and cross them over the back of your head, flexing your bulging biceps as you sit back in your chair.

Butterflies immediately start to flutter around my stomach but I'm sure you know that already. You know exactly how distracted I get when you do that.

You are up to something. You're trying to get me to fold by charming your way with that darned dimple and lame big... strong... hard... yummy... hmmm... biceps. If I could just...

God damn it, woman! Snap out of it!

I smirk back at you and gaze at you with downcast eyes as I gather my hair up on the top of my head then loosen my grip around it to let it cascade back down.

You gasp and clutch your chest.

That's right, Faulkerson. Two can play this game. It is on.

I cheer inwardly when the stylist showed me the outfit he picked out.

Boy how the odds are against you now, dear husband.

They usher me in another room to change and finish getting ready for the show. I check my self in the mirror and smile. "Perfect."

I know I'm gaining at least three points with this outfit.

I know I'm gaining at least three points with this outfit

اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.

One. The off shoulder denim jacket. I'm not sure why exactly but my shoulders always... ALWAYS... get to you. They attract you in a way that you can't resist touching or kissing them.

Two. The white top under it. It scoops down the neck to show just enough skin. I know that you have a thing for white tops and subtle sexiness so point for that.

Three. The tight tattered jeans than hug the right curves specially that part you always check out and like to squeeze. Yup, point.

Four. The stiletto boots. Given that I'm not a fan of the design, I do know you find high heels sexy.

A woman should know what works on her man and I know everything about this rocking outfit works on you.

The look on your face when we see each other backstage a few minutes before the show starts confirms my theory.

Your eyes travel from my face when we smile at each other to my neck, lingering on my shoulders, down to my chest further to waist, hip and legs.

"Let's go?" I ask.

"H-huh? Yes. Let's go!"

The stage becomes our battleground.

I look at you as you stand at the other side with a smoldering gaze. Within seconds, you are beside me. I score.

You entice me with your smile so I roll my shoulder and throw you another sultry stare over it. You reach out and touch the bare skin on my shoulder and arm. A point for me again.

The softness of you touch send shivers down my spine. So, okay, you get that point.

You lean in to kiss my shoulder. One point. But you stop and pull up just before your lips touch my skin. So strike that.

You stand behind me and wrap me in your arms as we sway to the music. I hear you take in a deep breath and inhale my scent. That's a point for me.

But damn the heat that courses through my veins and settles in the pit of my stomach coz you get a point for that too.

When we lean our foreheads together, taunting each other for a kiss... teasing... provoking... It's safe to say, by the way our heartbeats suddenly raced, we get a point each.

"Nananadya ka." You whisper as we walk back to the dressing room.

"Ano? Bakit? Inaano ka ba?" I ask.

"Nang-aano ka talaga. Gusto mo akong matalo. Pino-provoke mo talaga ang marupok kong self-control pagdating sa'yo." You say as you look at me intently.

"Is it working?" I smirk and bite my lip.

"Kinginang kagat-labi yan." You mutter under your breath. Score!

You immediately shake your head and answer. "Not at all. Akala mo lang yun, Mrs. Faulkerson."

"Oookay... Suuuure..." I grin. "If you're so tough, mister, extend natin ang game hanggang pag-uwi. Whoever breaks first loses."

You think for a minute then nod your head. "You're on, Mrs. Faulkerson." You extend your hand.

"Game on." I say as I shake it.

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