Page 10 of Brock’s Mate

Without even thinking about what he was doing, he gathered up the Dirty Question cards and headed for her table, leaving his current partner with her mouth open, staring indignantly.

Kitty went by with a tray of shots and he grabbed one, knocking it back before she even had the chance to protest. Then he sat down opposite the woman and spread his cards out in a fan.

Desi watched, somehow unable to move, as the incredibly hot guy with the chestnut hair walked over and plunked himself down at her table like he’d been invited. As if he belonged there.

He spread out his index cards on the table. “Pick a card. Any card.”

Like she was going to answer Dirty Questions? No way was she telling the truth, and she didn’t have the energy right now to make up lies.

“Sorry, Romeo. Not playing.”

“Why not? You scared?”

He smiled at her, his eyes challenging. He had a hot restlessness under his skin that she knew was trouble. She should tell him to get the fuck out.

But she didn’t.

She said, “Scared? Of you? Not hardly.”

“Maybe you should be.”

She definitely should be. This man had the freakiest vibe she’d ever encountered—sweet as hell and scary as fuck, all at the same time.

“All the more reason not to play.”

The smile got bigger. “I dare you.”

Fuck. She could never resist a dare. “Only if you answer first.”

“Deal.”

Before picking a card, she said, “What’s your name?”

“Brock.”

“I’m… Desi.” Damn. She had to remember.

“Nice to meet you, Desi.”

She answered his slow smile with one of her own. “Yeah. You say that now, Romeo. Just wait.”

She picked one of the index cards and read, “What is your favorite sexual role-playing dress-up fantasy?”

He looked straight into her eyes. “Naughty French maid, wearing that little short skirt and frilly apron, with nothing on under it but garters holding the fishnet stockings up.” He paused, and then added in a soft, silky voice, “So naughty she needs a good spanking.”

Desi felt herself get a little hot, even though there was no way she was dressing up in a French maid costume.

She asked, “Is that me or you in the apron and fishnets?”

He laughed. He had a sexy AF laugh, and he smelled incredible. Some kind of musky bodywash? Lick him, said the little voice in her head. Bite him. Make him submit.

He said, “I was thinking it would be you, but if you got me a sexy butler’s outfit I might consider letting you spank me. I’ve been a very bad boy.”

There was that smile again. Hot flash. She said, “I don’t doubt that for a second.”

He settled back in his chair. “So where are you from, Desi? I haven’t seen you around here before.”

She almost stiffened, but managed to keep her body language relaxed. It was a normal question—just one she wasn’t going to answer.