When The Wrong One Loves You Right

Kisses Don't Lie

Before I could decipher his intentions, Phillip was out of his seat and coming towards me. I shot to my own feet and began circling the table opposite him.

"Hold on big boy!" I gasped, skittering away from him. "Just what is it you think you're collecting here? I don't think we made the stakes very clear. And as any player or dealer knows, that nullifies the winnings." 

I smirked at him and he shook his head, returning my smirk.

"I knew you'd try to squirm out of it, Cam," he said, pursuing me around the table. "But you're not stupid. You knew exactly what we were playing for."

I held up my hands, trying to catch my breath. "Wait! Just...wait. I never said I wouldn't pay up! I just said I didn't understand the stakes."

He paused and studied me closely, skeptically, waiting for the other shoe to fall. 

"I don't think we clarified the exact definition of 'me' when you said that." I tried to order my thoughts, a difficult task when Phillip was stalking me around a decidedly small area with only a flimsy card table between us. "I mean...surely," I said laughing nervously, "you didn't expect sex...on a card table?"

His eyes were all over me as we continued to circle each other, frustration and arousal evident in his gaze. "What then?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Well, let's be adult here," I laughed.

"I am being the adult," he countered, slowly closing the distance between us. "You're the child changing the rules after you've lost."

I sighed. "Fine. One date."

Phillip stopped and stared at me. "Alone? Just me and you?"

I nodded.

"I pick the place."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, but don't expect anything."

He started towards me again. "Like what, Cameron?"

My eyes widened. "You know what!"

He smiled devilishly. "Ok, then let's shake on it."

I put out a hand to stop him. "No! No, no, you just stay right where you are and..."

He laughed evilly then and before I knew what was happening he had closed the distance between in one bound. Leaping for me he grabbed me around the waist and I shrieked, knowing full well if Aaron and April heard, they'd just laugh and continue with what they were doing. I struggled but Phillip lifted me up off the ground and sat me firmly on the table, on top of the discarded cards and chips, then tried to insinuate himself between my knees.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Phillip?" I asked, my head swimming with the tequila and being unceremoniously tossed around like a rag doll. 

"What did you think you were doing tonight?" he asked. 

His hands were still at my waist and they tightened as he moved even closer. I could feel his warm breath fanning my forehead and it threw me off my train of thought. I'd never been this close to him when I wasn't beating him up and it was confusing.

"Which part of tonight?" I asked, a sly smile teasing my lips.

"The part where you're a tease."

I laughed. I was going to have a head in the morning, I could tell by the way it swam now. "I'm not a tease. I play fair and square." I poked his chest with my finger. "Unlike you, I don't resort to trickery and chicanery to win."