Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
“Right,” I murmur, embarrassed, before sitting on his lap.
I get comfy while he pushes play on the video. We watch it, then he gives me a few pointers and answers my remaining questions while Jonathan saunters over to his seat across from us. He eyes me in his dad’s lap before sitting down, but doesn’t say anything.
Everybody picks their characters—Jet choosing the only doctor as his token, Jonathan playing as Mr. Green, and Milo playing as Professor Plum and stirring naughty thoughts of teacher/student role-play we could totally do since I am still in school.
I get Miss Scarlet, which means I get to go first.
“Oh, sure, make the one person at this table who has no idea what she’s doing go first.”
Jonathan smirks. “You’re a quick learner. I’m sure you’ll catch on.”
My posture stiffens suddenly as Milo’s warm hand slides over my thigh. I lean into it as I lean forward to grab the dice, and his hand slides higher.
My tummy flutters as I lean back against him and jostle the dice in my closed hand. He pulls my hair aside to bare my shoulder, then presses his lips against my skin. “Didn’t I tell you not to wear panties?”
Heat suffuses my cheeks. We’re all gathered around this table with no background noise or anything. There’s literally no chance I’m the only one who heard that.
I swallow and drop the dice on the table. They seem exceptionally noisy, but probably just because I’m intensely aware of noise levels at the moment.
I rolled a four, but I’m so distracted I don’t even pay attention as I drag my token across the board four spaces. “Um, maybe we should put on some music while we…”
“Play?” Jonathan provides, clearly amused by my embarrassment.
That only intensifies the embarrassment. I nod and Jonathan reaches for his phone.
“My turn?” Milo asks, locking an arm around me to keep me stable as he leans forward to grab the dice.
His roll gets him near a doorway, but not inside a room.
Jonathan is next. He makes it inside a room, then has to make a suggestion. “I think it was Miss Scarlet in the kitchen with the candlestick.”
I shake my head at him. “Of course you think I did it.”
He smirks.
Jet grabs a card and shows it to Jonathan. Jonathan makes a note on his detective journal page and then it’s Jet’s turn.
I know I’m supposed to pay close attention to Jet’s turns since apparently he is so good at this game, but Milo breaks my concentration when he moves his palm to my belly, then slides it lower, the blunt end of his fingertip teasing the waistband of my shorts.
Turning my head so I can look back at him, I whisper, “They’re not panties, by the way. They’re sleep shorts.”
“I told you I wanted you in nothing.”
My cheeks warm, but the music is adequately noisy so no one else should be able to hear us. “I didn’t want to accidentally flash Jet.”
His lips tug up at the corners. “Just Jet, huh?”
My stomach drops. “I mean, anyone but you, obviously.” When it’s done dropping, my stomach churns. Why did I say that? “This is a short robe. If I don’t wear anything under it, someone’s going to see the goods.”
Dimly, I hear Jet accuse someone of doing something with a revolver. The rules are still new to me, so I don’t realize it’s on me to disprove his suggestion until Jonathan says, “Hey, Scarlet. You’re up.”
The heat in this room is stifling, but I know it’s probably just me—or, more accurately, the man whose lap I’m sitting on. He knows I can’t handle displeasing him, but surely he understands why I disobeyed.
No one else sitting around the table seems to be red-faced and ready to melt, so I grab my glass of water and take a long sip to cool myself down.
Since revolver is the only thing I heard, I check my cards quickly and am relieved to see I have that one. I put it at the front of my deck, then flash it to Jet.
It’s my turn again. I make it into the lounge this time, then I look at my cards. Jonathan told me to mislead Jet so even though I have the rope card, I say, “Maybe Mr. Green used the rope in the lounge.”
I cock a playfully haughty eyebrow at Jonathan across the table.
Shrugging indolently, he says, “I had to tie up Miss Scarlet. Again.”
My soul drops out of my body as Milo casually reaches for his cards as if his son isn’t dropping hints about the night we spent together. I fight the urge to let Jonathan see he’s getting to me and wait for Milo to show me a card from his hand, but I’m starting to sweat.
He has Mr. Green.
It’s not Jonathan, so I grab my pen and cross his name off, but I completely forget to cover my sheet. I’m too distracted worrying about what Jonathan said.