Short Story | Dani Jace. Romance Author

Game On! is my short story I’m serving up on Weekend Writing Warriors for #8Sunday. In this week’s eight, Jordan and Heath, who met recently, are having brunch in a small cafe. She’s just proposed a sexual game.“One part at a time, Mr. Lancaster,” she teased, “I don’t think either one of us is looking for a relationship.”

“So how is this non-relationship, body part at a time supposed to work?” he asked studying her.

She reached across the table and enveloped his calloused hand with strong, cool fingers. A woman of determination.

What is she up to? He tilted his head in confusion; however, his body urged him to hear her out.

“The first time we met we held hands.”

“And this time?” he asked. Surely she wouldn’t follow through on the game she was proposing.

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Game On! is my short story I’m serving up on Weekend Writing Warriors for #8Sunday. In this week’s eight, Jordan and Heath, who met recently, are having brunch in a small cafe. He quickly surmises she’s been burned when she questions him about his relationship status. She jokes about how long it’s been since she’s been on a date then makes him guess what she thinks of him thus far.

“Okay, Carnac the Magnificent, tell me what I think of you,” she asked before biting into her spinach quiche.

He pressed his hand against the top of his forehand, to mimic the late night comedian’s gesture, minus the turban and said, “You’re wondering if I’m a jerk, or a stalker, but either is better than the stuffy business types you’ve grown tired of.”

“That’s pretty introspective for…”

“A jock.”

“I was going to say tight end,” she smirked before continuing with, “and a perfect description of yours.”

Whoa, a witty woman who heated his blood. “So, are you interested in any of my other attributes?”