Page 23 of Desperate Games

“Remind me never to make you cry.”

I freeze for a second.

Not because I think he will, but because something about the way he says it—quiet, serious, almost protective—makes my breath catch.

I try to play it off, nudge his arm.

“You planning on doing something worth crying over?”

His eyes darken.

“Only in the good way, Andy.”

My knees wobble.

“Stop calling me that.”

“What? Andy?”

“Yes. My name is Andrea.”

His smile turns cocky.

“Andy is cute. Suits you.”

I scoff. “It suits me like Crocs suit a catwalk.”

“I don’t know shit about catwalks, but Andy fits. It’s disarmingly sexy. Just like you.”

“Remy.”

“Andy.”

God help me, I want to climb him like a tree.

“Go mingle or something,” I say, waving him off before I do something reckless. Again.

“What if I want to stay here with you?”

“Then I think you should be ready to answer some questions because here come my father and uncles,” I say it as a threat. But Remy doesn’t seem intimidated.

He sips his drink and takes another long look at me.

“I’ll go if you want?—”

“Yes, I want before someone else accuses us of being ‘fucking weird.’”

He chuckles, finally letting go of my elbow—but not before his fingers brush a slow trail down my arm.

“Until later, sweet Andy.”

And then he walks away, leaving me standing there, flustered, with damp panties and my heart pounding.

Remy Falco? Oh yeah. he is a fucking problem.

But I think I might want to be his solution.

Chapter Six-Andrea