Lynelle

Char smiled at her answer and lay backwards on his bed, joining his hands together to form a cushion behind his head.

Lynelle tried not to look at the patch of skin that was revealed when his shirt rode up. She understood why women obsessed over the 'V' shaped divot now. She could barely rip her eyes away from it. Was she drooling? Anyway. Char was talking.

"We'll each play one round of 20 questions. Whoever can guess the answer with the least number of questions wins," Char said, stretching out his legs on the bed. Lynelle remained sitting next to him, holding the pillow to herself.

"If I win, then you have to do all my household chores for a week," Lynelle smirked, imagining herself relaxing by the pool while he washed the dishes.

Char nodded thoughtfully. "Fair enough. If I win, you have to show me your collection of erotic books."

Lynelle gasped. "How do you know about those? Did Jackson tell you?"

He leaned in, intrigued. "You're just not good at hiding them-- What happened with Jackson?"

She shook her head, opting to pretend none of this was happening.

She shifted so she was facing Char better. "Well, I'll guess first. Ready?"

Char thought for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Okay. Is it a place?"

"No. One."

"Person?"

"Yep. Two."

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After 14 questions, Lynelle managed to guess Char's word, 'Santa'. It was respectable but not great. Over the course of the game she somehow ended up laying down next to Char.

"Ready," she said, smirking as she thought of her word. Char stretched, sighing.

"Person?"

"Yeah. One."

"Is it me?"

She sat up, shocked. "How the hell did you know?"

He smugly sat up too. "You should know, you have the most open face. I can read you like one of those sex books you love so much."

She smacked him, offended. "Why do you embarrass me like this?"

He was laughing at her.

"Never mind that. Well, you somehow managed to win with a single question, you idiot. Now you get to see my porn collection, lucky you."

"Later," Char told her. "It's almost time for dinner. I'll cook for you." He stood up, walking across the room and holding the door for Lynelle.

"Oh my. I'm so spoiled."

They walked together down the stairs, with Char's hand resting politely on the small of her back. It was a perfectly gentlemanly move, but she still felt hot shivers run through her body from his warm hand.

Don't, Lynelle. Just don't.

He made her some sort of cheesy pasta with veggies and chicken. It was incredible.

"Should've bet that you'd be my personal cook, instead of making it about chores," Lynelle said, after enjoying the last bite.

Char smiled as he watched her eat, leaning his back against the countertop behind him, next to the dishwasher. He didn't talk that much most of the time, but she'd noticed when it was just them two he tended to get a little chattier.

"Well. If you want more games..." Char trailed off, flashing an evil smile. She could tell that he loved games. "Truth or dare."

"What are we, twelve?" Lynelle snorted, putting her dirty dishes away. She turned to Char, who was right next to her. "Well, I'm down to be a twelve year old for one night. Let's do it."

They sat on opposite ends of the couch, facing each other. Lynelle started.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he chose, leaning back against the armrest. Boring.

"Tell me... something dirty you've done."

"You don't start off simple, do you?" Char sighed, leaning back into the couch. "Well, one time me and a bartender fucked in the bathroom of the bar."

Lynelle rolled her eyes at him. "That's like the most predictable answer ever, but okay. My turn."

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," she responded, smugly crossing her arms. Char sat upright, leaning towards her.

"Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap for the rest of the game?"

Oh.

She shot him a look. "Don't be a creep, Char."

"What, are you forfeiting the game? You're gonna give up on the first turn?"

She rolled her eyes, then came over and plopped herself down on his lap, straddling his legs and facing him. She felt herself grow hot with a flustered blush. Her skin was tingling where she was touching him. He kept his hands away from her, thankfully.

"Truth or dare?" she asked, keeping her face away from him so he wouldn't see the blush.

"Truth."

"Ugh. Tell me the weirdest person you ever had a fantasy about."

He laughed. "Easy. Michelle Obama."

She cackled, leaning against him as she laughed. He put his hands on her hips.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she said, figuring that was a safer option.

"I want to know the most recent sex dream you had."

Oh no. A few days ago, Lynelle had dreamt a hot, sweaty dream. Someone was ravaging her body. She was cumming, one after another after another. But when she finally looked and saw who it was... it was Bernie Sanders.

Char was howling with laughter at the thought of her being railed by some old guy, and enjoying it.

She smacked at him indignantly, embarrassed, but he grabbed her hands. As much as she struggled against him, his strong grip didn't give way. All her failed attempts were doing was rocking and bouncing herself on his lap.

She looked up and saw he wasn't laughing anymore. He was looking at her blushed face intently, like he was searching for something. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, they heard a key slide into the front door.

She scrambled off his lap just before Max, Ethan, and Jackson walked through the door, mumbling greetings to them.

Ethan looked exhausted, flopping down on the couch between them and turning on the TV to the news channel. He was some sort of emergency doctor, and from what she could tell, his work was really hard. It wasn't the time, but she did note that he looked flaming hot in scrubs.

The TV was saying something about Bernie Sanders and politics, and she could hear Char snickering.

"You better turn that off. Before Lynelle wets her panties." He headed up the stairs, shaking his head, still laughing.

"I told you that in confidance!" she called after him.

The three guys looked quizzically at Lynelle, who was bright red. "Um. I'm gonna go. Lots to do. Work." She headed up the stairs, aware of the three sets of confused eyes watching her. Too bad for them, that was to stay between her and Char.