Looking up from her cards, Kayla noticed Dylan watching her with an intense look on his face. He was hard to read, but he did have a lot more to lose, she thought with a smile.
"How many do you want?" Kayla nervously tapped her toe to the ground.
"I'll take one," he said, sliding one card from his hand on to the table.
"One." Kayla gawked.
"Okay. Dealer takes three."
Dylan smirked as she picked up the three cards in front of her. Picking up the card, she added them one by one to her hand. A five of clubs, the ten of hearts, and the ace of diamonds. Two pairs, she thought excitedly to herself. She might just make out okay after all.
"Whatcha got?" she asked excitedly.
"Let's place them down at the same time," he said.
Nodding her agreement, Kayla counted aloud. "One, two, three."
They flipped over their cards at the same time. Kayla looked down at his cards and cried out in despair. Dylan had a queen of clubs and nines. Four of them. Looking up from his cards on the table to the look of triumph on his face, Kayla felt like she was about to have a heart attack.
Leaning backwards in his chair, Dylan smugly flicked his cards closer to her as if daring her to inspect them. Glaring at them, Kayla stood up and stepped away from the table.
At a loss for words, Kayla just stood as if in shock. When she finally was able to get a hold of herself, she looked back up at Dylan who had stood as well and was now leaning against his bar. He was watching her intently and giving her an amused little smile. Raising one eyebrow, he reached over the side of the bar, picked up the cordless phone from off the charger and said, "Call me."
This is not happening, she thought in a daze, as she stared at a smirking Dylan. Kayla could tell by the intense look in his eyes he wasn't going to let her back down. No amount of pleading and begging was going to get her out of it. Turning away, she walked slowly to the door. Hoping against all hope he would call her back at any second and say never mind.
As Kayla put her hand on the doorknob, Dylan called out from behind her. "Kayla?"
Hopeful, Kayla turned around and smiled nervously. "Yes?"
"I want you to take off your clothes before you call me. I want you naked and ready by the time you dial my number." Dylan walked towards her slowly with a sexy smile.
Standing in front of her, nose to nose, he reached around her and pushed the door open.
They were standing so close to one another she could feel his breath on the side of her face. Dylan turned his head until he was whispering in her ear, "I want you naked, wet and willing by the time you say hello, or else."
Lightly slapping her on the ass, he smiled wider as she gasped in surprise. Dylan placed his hands on her shoulders and turned Kayla back around until she was facing the open door. Giving her a gentle nudge out the door, Dylan shut it firmly behind her.
Kayla walked to the elevator in a daze. Of all the stupid things to do, she couldn't believe she had lost, but the worst part was it was her idea to make the damn wager.
She would have never brought it up if she thought for a second she was going to lose.
The stupid, arrogant part of her that always got her in trouble never thought she would lose, although another part of her had wanted to. This was all so crazy.
Even without the twins, she was normally a better player at poker than Dylan. Five-card draw was her game. Fuming, she punched the up arrow on the elevator. Usually she just took the stairs, but tonight she was going to take the longest route home.
The dinging of the arrival of the elevator woke her from her daze and she slinked in apprehensively. This all seemed like a good idea at the time, she thought for the hundredth time. She rode the elevator in silence, contemplating her situation, as it crept up the shaft to her floor.
Everything moves in slow motion when you're nervous, she thought. The doors slid open and she walked out, heading towards her door. Entering her apartment, Kayla made her way through the living room and straight back into the bedroom.
Taking her shirt off, Kayla stood in front of her bed nervously. She couldn't believe this was really going to happen. Slipping out of her skirt, Kayla's mind was going a hundred miles per hour, thinking of all the good and bad things, mostly bad, that could come out of tonight.
Why couldn't they just have sex like normal people? Sweaty, loud, bondage sex. Nasty, I can't face myself in the mirror the next morning sex. Not phone sex.
What if she giggled?
What if he did?
What if it didn't turn him on like he thought it would? An Even better question, why couldn't he just want to fuck her?
It wasn't like she didn't want him. Because she did, she thought, as she threw the now offensive, bad luck bra across the room. She wanted him more than she wanted a new Mac computer, but she was worried that if something went wrong, then they would lose the best part of their relationship--their friendship.
As she slid her panties off, Kayla's stomach flittered with butterflies. Part from nervousness, part from arousal. Kayla didn't know which sensation was the strongest.
A hodgepodge of emotions battled in her mind. Right or wrong, the desire to share something so intimate and seductive with Dylan overruled all forms of common sense.
Walking over to her nightstand, Kayla picked up the cordless phone and dialed Dylan's number. Here goes nothing, she thought.