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Story: The Christmas Bet
“And if I don’t get her to say yes?”
“You move to the cubical farm and your office becomes the intern of the month’s office.” Roland laughs.
I nearly cringe. “So, I would be working with the interns.”
“Or you could win and have my treasured Mustang and keep your office. I mean, none of this is a issue because, as you said, women fall in love with you no problem.” Roland shrugs.
The other two are completely silent, waiting to see if I take this bet or not. I look over at the bar, back to the blonde beauty. “Fine, but I get to pick the woman.”
“Absolutely,” Roland agrees.
“Deal,” I choke out, and the guys cheer. I groan and run my hand through my hair. Pushing back from the table, I get up out of my seat and start to leave.
“Where are you going?” Tommy asks.
“To go get my lucky lady.” With that I ignore any other comments from them. Heading towards the bar, I find where the blonde is sitting and make my way over. As I get closer, I can feel the twisting in my gut telling me to back out. This will not end well. I’m using someone for my own gain. This really has fucked up written all over it. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.
What if things just happen to not work out after we “fall in love”? I mean, I’ve parted with women before. I’m a pro at talking myself out of situations. My head is starting to pound against my skull. Our bets have never been this brazen, and I don’t know why they are now. No one has ever turned down a bet, and I won’t be the first to do so. Fuck.
I come up behind her, and she smells like a bouquet of flowers. My dick stirs in my pants, obviously turned on by her scent. Sensing my presence, she turns towards me and looks up at me with the most beautiful sky-blue eyes.
I take a deep breath and center myself.
“Hello.”
Chapter 3
Allison
“Hello,” the man who snuck up behind me says.
For a moment, I stare at him. He’s really handsome. His dark hair slicked back, and he has a clean-shaven face that shows off his sharp jawline. The man has broad shoulders and is very nicely dressed in a grey suit with a black button-down shirt underneath. He looks like Wall Street.
I stare at him and reach for my bloody Mary. I take a sip as we just hold each other’s gazes. He clears his throat.
“So, usually when someone says hello, the other person follows it up with a greeting of their own.” The man leans his hip against the bar.
“Oh? Is that how that works?” I turn my stool to face him and cross my hands over my chest, now giving him my full attention.
“Yes, actually, it is. I say hello, you say something along the lines of, ‘Why hello, handsome. What’s your name?’”
I bust out laughing at his reply. “Handsome? So, I introduce myself while stroking your ego?” I can hear Lacy snickering behind me.
“Well, if you wanted, you could be nice and stroke my—”
“Oh my god!” I throw my hands up in front of me. “Don’t even say what you’re gonna say!”
“What? Say that youcould be niceand stroke my ego by telling me your name? What did you think I was going to say?” His lips curl up, and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Fine. Hi. How are you? My name is Allison. Have a nice day,” I say in a robotic tone.
He holds out his hand for me to shake. “Nice to meet you, Allison. I’m Conner.”
I roll my eyes at the gesture, but I reach out and put my hand in his anyway. The minute I touch his skin, every nerve ending in my body comes alive from the surge of electricity between us. I gasp and look up at him. If he felt it too, he is really good at hiding it. I drop his hand as if it’s on fire and I rub my hand slowly on my legs.
“So, can I buy you a drink?” Conner pulls up the chair next to me and sits down. Our knees touch, and I try to ignore the heat from our contact. Why do I feel like I’m going to combust whenever he touches me?
“Well, I sort of have one.” I hold up my glass, trying to focus on the objective and not my nerves. Objective: get this man away from me. “And I’m here with my friend Lacy.” I lean back, and Lacy leans forward, giving him a polite smile and wave.
“You move to the cubical farm and your office becomes the intern of the month’s office.” Roland laughs.
I nearly cringe. “So, I would be working with the interns.”
“Or you could win and have my treasured Mustang and keep your office. I mean, none of this is a issue because, as you said, women fall in love with you no problem.” Roland shrugs.
The other two are completely silent, waiting to see if I take this bet or not. I look over at the bar, back to the blonde beauty. “Fine, but I get to pick the woman.”
“Absolutely,” Roland agrees.
“Deal,” I choke out, and the guys cheer. I groan and run my hand through my hair. Pushing back from the table, I get up out of my seat and start to leave.
“Where are you going?” Tommy asks.
“To go get my lucky lady.” With that I ignore any other comments from them. Heading towards the bar, I find where the blonde is sitting and make my way over. As I get closer, I can feel the twisting in my gut telling me to back out. This will not end well. I’m using someone for my own gain. This really has fucked up written all over it. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.
What if things just happen to not work out after we “fall in love”? I mean, I’ve parted with women before. I’m a pro at talking myself out of situations. My head is starting to pound against my skull. Our bets have never been this brazen, and I don’t know why they are now. No one has ever turned down a bet, and I won’t be the first to do so. Fuck.
I come up behind her, and she smells like a bouquet of flowers. My dick stirs in my pants, obviously turned on by her scent. Sensing my presence, she turns towards me and looks up at me with the most beautiful sky-blue eyes.
I take a deep breath and center myself.
“Hello.”
Chapter 3
Allison
“Hello,” the man who snuck up behind me says.
For a moment, I stare at him. He’s really handsome. His dark hair slicked back, and he has a clean-shaven face that shows off his sharp jawline. The man has broad shoulders and is very nicely dressed in a grey suit with a black button-down shirt underneath. He looks like Wall Street.
I stare at him and reach for my bloody Mary. I take a sip as we just hold each other’s gazes. He clears his throat.
“So, usually when someone says hello, the other person follows it up with a greeting of their own.” The man leans his hip against the bar.
“Oh? Is that how that works?” I turn my stool to face him and cross my hands over my chest, now giving him my full attention.
“Yes, actually, it is. I say hello, you say something along the lines of, ‘Why hello, handsome. What’s your name?’”
I bust out laughing at his reply. “Handsome? So, I introduce myself while stroking your ego?” I can hear Lacy snickering behind me.
“Well, if you wanted, you could be nice and stroke my—”
“Oh my god!” I throw my hands up in front of me. “Don’t even say what you’re gonna say!”
“What? Say that youcould be niceand stroke my ego by telling me your name? What did you think I was going to say?” His lips curl up, and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Fine. Hi. How are you? My name is Allison. Have a nice day,” I say in a robotic tone.
He holds out his hand for me to shake. “Nice to meet you, Allison. I’m Conner.”
I roll my eyes at the gesture, but I reach out and put my hand in his anyway. The minute I touch his skin, every nerve ending in my body comes alive from the surge of electricity between us. I gasp and look up at him. If he felt it too, he is really good at hiding it. I drop his hand as if it’s on fire and I rub my hand slowly on my legs.
“So, can I buy you a drink?” Conner pulls up the chair next to me and sits down. Our knees touch, and I try to ignore the heat from our contact. Why do I feel like I’m going to combust whenever he touches me?
“Well, I sort of have one.” I hold up my glass, trying to focus on the objective and not my nerves. Objective: get this man away from me. “And I’m here with my friend Lacy.” I lean back, and Lacy leans forward, giving him a polite smile and wave.