bingo. When I slid a sheet in front of Sexy Asshole (my new name for him), he simply fixed me with a disbelieving grin.
"You think I want to play music bingo?"
I met his challenging gaze. "Everybody wants to play music bingo."
When the silence lengthened, I went to pull the paper back. His hand shot out and landed on top of mine.
"What do I get if I win?" he asked.
"Depends on the round. Top prize is two hundred and fifty bucks," I replied.
His eyes bore into mine, as he enunciated his next words. "Not good enough."
Call me an idiot, but I liked to play with fire.
"What would tempt you?" I smiled coquettishly.
"You."
I could have sworn you could see my heart pounding in my chest when he said that. All of the sudden, his hand on mine felt like I was dipping my fingers into fire. I smoothed out my expression and answered, "Seems hardly fair to raise the stakes so high without making them equally high for you."
He shrugged. "Fair enough. Name your terms, Hayley."
Having him say my name was like music to my ears. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he won.
"I want to know what's got you so pent up," I said. "And, who the heck you are."
He lifted his hand from mine and extended it out. "I'll take a dabber, please."
Our DJ, Stan, began to go into his spiel about how the game was played, what the prizes were, etc., etc., but I barely heard it. I made a show of checking on the other people at the bar to see if they needed anything, but I was really just trying to distract myself from thinking about our little bargain.
Each player had two games, and each game had two chances of winning. There were a couple dozen people in the bar, all playing music bingo.
I didn't know much about odds or statistics, and now, I was wishing I had paid more attention when I took it in freshman year.
Stan started playing the music, and I couldn't help but scan Sexy Asshole's card out of the corner of my eye each time I passed to do my rounds. I did my rounds more than usual.
The first two songs were busts for him, but the third one he had. He looked up and caught me staring when he found it on his sheet, and smiled devilishly as he dabbed the square. I felt a hot shiver run through me. He got a few squares on the first card, but didn't get anywhere close to making a full line. I wasn't sure whether I was relieved or put out.
There was a break between games, and during the break, he ordered another beer. I tried to act nonchalant as I checked out his card.
"Doesn't look like you're doing so hot, chief," I observed.
He smirked. "It's fine. I'm used to going for a few rounds."
I was pouring his drink at the time and it spilled over. I let go of the tap and sloshed the drink in front of him. He laughed, and it was the first time I'd seen his eyes filled only with humor, and none of the darkness that I was so familiar with.
"Since I lost one game, and don't intend to lose another, I think it's fair that I give you a little something about me," he said.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"My name. It's Gage."
"Gage," I said. "Nice name."
He gave me a cocky smile. "I'm only telling you because that way, you have something to call out later."
"The only calling out I'll be doing later is on you and your bullshit," I remarked. I headed to the other side of the bar and chatted to a couple regulars there, pretending that I didn't feel that heat of Gage's eyes on my back — pretending that it didn't feel very good.
Gage
I found Hayley amusing in a way that I hadn't found anything amusing in a long time. Our little game was exactly what I needed and, though I was loathe to admit it, the music bingo wasn't so bad either.
The second game started off with a bang. I got two squares right away, right next to each other. I saw Hayley eyeing my card again, so I took a long drink of my beer and licked my lips. Pink seemed to be becoming her natural shade.
I didn't get the next couple of songs, but that was okay. I made up for it pretty quickly, and I