“We each take one dish and make it. Someone neutral has to judge it.”
I was liking the sound of that. I knew Meagan wasn’t much of a domesticated kind of girl. She’d rather go to a nice restaurant over cooking any day. This was in the bag for me.
“And if I win?”
“I’ll do whatever you want to do.”
My second head kicked in and talked for me. “Anything sexual or anything not sexual?”
Biting down on her lip, Meagan flashed a sexy smile. “Anything you want.”
Oh hell yeah.
“So, if I said I wanted to bend you over, tie your hands to something and fuck you in the ass, you’d let me?”
Meagan licked her lips. “I’ve never had anal sex before, so I’m guessing you’re going to have to start me with something smaller than this to get me ready.”
Running her hand over my rock hard dick, I moaned. “And . . . if you . . . win?”
“You have to give me my own private dance show. I want to see what all those other lucky women got to see when you used to dance.”
I couldn’t help but smile. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Meagan. If she asked me right now to do that for her, I would.
“It’s a deal. Who picks the meal?”
Meagan lifted her eyes in thought as a warm feeling spread through my body while I looked at her beautiful body. “Melissa.”
My head pulled back slightly. “Your boss?”
With a nod of her head and a chuckle, she said, “Yep!”
I blew out a deep breath as I thought about it. “All right. Then I get to pick who judges.”
“Fair enough.”
Meagan was rubbing her foot up and down her leg, causing my dick to throb. “Diana.”
Meagan laughed like I was kidding. Once she saw I was serious, she stared at me with a look of disbelief. “Your old boss? The owner of the strip club?”
“Yep. I’ll even ask her if I can use the club if, and that’s a big if, you win.”
Something passed over Meagan’s face and I knew in that instant, she would be winning this bet, but I’d still be claiming that ass as mine.
Meagan reached her hand out to mine as we shook. “Deal,” we both said at once.
“Do I have time to take a quick shower?”
Reaching around her, I slapped her perfect ass and laughed. “You have about ten minutes.”
Shortly after Meagan got into the shower, my front doorbell rang. I turned the fire down on the eggs and made my way through the living room, yelling for the quarterback to throw the ball. Still looking at the television, I opened the door and felt someone push me out of the way. Turning, I watched as Claire made her way into my apartment.
What the fuck?
“Grayson, I can’t even believe you were with that vile girl last night.”
It took me a few seconds to figure out what in the hell she was talking about.
“I mean, I didn’t say anything the first time I saw Meagan at lunch that day. I thought you were just friends. But then to see you with her and dancing with her like you were. I think it’s only right for me to tell you I know her, Grayson. We went to Baylor at the same time and let’s just say, you might not want to be messing around with her.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. This girl was insane if she thought I’d even entertain her.
“Claire, you can leave now,” I said as I motioned for her to head back through the door.
Claire stood with her hands on her hips. “Grayson. I’m only trying to shed some light on this. I’m not angry you stood me up for our date; you had your reasons, although I pray they weren’t Meagan Atwood. She’s a whore.”
Anger began to build as I tried to remain calm. Before I even had a chance to say something, Claire shot off again. “She was known on campus for giving guys blowjobs. I also heard she had unprotected sex almost every night. Who knows what kind of diseases she is carrying.” A total fake look of horror came over Claire’s face. “Please tell me you haven’t had sex with her.”
Leaning against the doorframe, I smiled. “Oh Claire, Meagan and I have been having sex for some time now. Hot amazing fuck fests.”
Anger moved swiftly across her face. “Well, girls like that make guys like you not think clearly. You should be making love to someone, Grayson. Not having, what did you call it?”
“Fuck fests,” I said with a wink. “And believe me, Claire, I’ve made love to her plenty of times. So, if you’ll take your poor pathetic excuse for a person and get the hell out of my apartment, I’d really appreciate it. I’m actually trying to make breakfast for my girlfriend.”
Claire swallowed hard. “G-girlfriend.”
“Hey, Claire,” Meagan said as she strolled over toward me in a long blue T-shirt of mine. “I see some people never seem to step out of the role of bully.”