“Fine. Let’s play.”
It’s the challenge she couldn’t resist, and I have a feeling this means I’ll be carrying Kat back to our room.
“Excellent! Fedor, would you bring us a bottle of rum and a bottle of vodka, and some shot glasses?”
The deckhand looks surprised by the request, but at Anya’s smile, he snaps to attention and brings everything out within moments. The poor kid can barely look her in the eyes because he’s spent so much time staring at her tits and ass.
Kat’s posture is stiff and her game face is plastered on, so I’m the only one who can tell she doesn’t want to play any more than she wants to jump back in an ocean filled with sharks.
I’m debating putting an end to this when Anya passes out the plastic shot glasses and has everyone pick their poison. Kat and I pick rum, and the other couple chooses the vodka.
With each of us holding a shot glass of our chosen booze, Anya explains the rules of the game. “I’m going to start, and I’ll say something I’ve never done. If you’ve done it, you drink. Then the next person goes after we refill. Questions?”
She waits approximately two seconds before launching into the first never have I ever. “Never have I ever . . . eaten a woman’s asshole.”
Fuck. She could have at least started easy.
Kat stiffens, her swift inhalation audible.
“Good Lord, Anya. Had to go for the jugular right away?” Vander tosses back his shot. “Not fair.”
She winks at him. “Just making sure everyone knows what a dirty boy you are.”
He rolls his eyes as he pours another shot.
Screw it. I toss back mine too, and Anya squeals in excitement.
“Another dirty boy. Why does that make me like you a whole lot more all of a sudden?”
Kat’s face is completely red, probably because it was her ass that was the subject of my answer.
Vander goes next. “I’ve never sucked a dick.”
Anya shoots him a look. “You’re lucky I have.” She tosses back her shot, and so does Kat.
After they refill, it’s Kat’s turn, and she goes a different route. “I’ve never shot a gun.”
Vander, Anya, and I drink, and then it’s my turn.
“I’ve never owned a Rolex.”
Anya and Vander drink, and it goes back to Anya.
“I’ve never fucked two women at the same time.”
Vander drinks and takes his turn. “I’ve never fucked two men at the same time.”
Anya drinks.
Kat’s turn, and surprisingly, she goes with, “I’ve never had a threesome of any kind.”
Anya, Vander, and I drink, and Kat’s eyes go wide with a question I’m sure I’ll end up answering later.
It’s my turn, and I decide to say fuck it. I’ve had my suspicions about these two, and now’s the chance for me to confirm it. “I’ve never been a swinger.”
Both Anya and Vander drink, answering in the affirmative.
That explains a lot.
Anya goes next. “I’ve never . . . worn a dog collar. Never mind. Yes, I have. Shit. I can’t think of anything else I’ve never done. This is sort of awkward.” She looks to Vander as if for help.
“You’ve never pierced your nipples,” he offers.
Her face turning a deeper shade of red, Kat downs her shot.
I look at her. “You had your nipples pierced?”
“Ooh . . . See, this is when it gets fun. New dirt! What else did you pierce, you dirty girl?”
“I plead the fifth,” Kat says, her voice tight with embarrassment.
“That means there was something else! Now it’s your turn. Is there anything you want to know about your man?”
Kat glances at me before she speaks. “I’ve never . . . cheated.”
“Oh shit. It’s getting serious now,” Anya says and then tosses back a shot, as does Vander.
I don’t even move my hand, and I never let my gaze leave Kat’s.
I already know the reason for her question was twofold. She wanted to make damn sure I knew she hadn’t cheated, and she was looking for one more confirmation that I didn’t cross the line. I have to admit that stings a little.
Silence hangs between us.
“On that note—hold, please.” Anya hops up. “I’m going to see if they have any snacks. I need some food if we’re going to keep downing shots at this rate.” She heads for the walkway, and Kat recovers from our shared moment of brutal honesty, courtesy of a drinking game.
“You never did say where you two were from.” Kat directs the question at Vander to break the silence.
He refills his shot glass and tosses it back before responding. “South Africa, Dubai, Britain, and a few other places in the meantime.”
“That explains the accent then. I thought British, but I wasn’t sure.”
“I do have a passport proclaiming me a proper Brit, so that’s fair.”
“And what do you do?” Kat asks.
“Curious little Kat, aren’t you?” he says, and I don’t like the way his words come out.
Kat backtracks. “I’m sorry if I’m being nosy. You don’t have to tell me anything. Just making conversation.”
“Not at all. Anya spends most of her working time modeling and assisting a few designers here and there. I do a little of everything. My business interests are wide and varied. What about you two?”
His answer is vague, and sparks my interest enough that if I had my laptop, I’d run a background check to figure out what the fuck he’s into.
“I’m a business consultant,” Kat says. “I focus largely on strategy, creating plans, assembling implementation teams, and streamlining processes.”
One of Vander’s eyebrows goes up. “Quite impressive. What consulting firm do you work for?”
“My own. I worked for one of the big ones after I got my MBA, but went out on my own two and a half years ago.”
“Indeed, very impressive.” Vander’s attention shifts to me, and it’s my turn to give the bullshit answer about what I do.
“Import broker. Boring stuff.”
Vander’s gaze narrows. “I know about working in boring stuff.”