“Fine. How did I end up with the nickname Lucifer?” he asked, cutting her off and making her realize something very important.
She may have once again underestimated the sneaky bastard.
“How did you end up with the nickname Lucifer?” she repeated back to buy herself some extra time as she desperately searched her memory, trying to find something, anything, that would help her answer that question.
“How?” he asked with a cocky smile as he folded his arms over his chest and sat back, watching her expectantly while she sat there giving up on trying to remember something that would clue her into the answer that she needed and decided to try to bullshit her way through this one since there was no way that she was going to be able to come up with the right answer.
“Because you’re an asshole,” she said, deciding that was her best chance to win this thing.
“Yes,” he said.
“Oh my, God, really?” she asked, stunned that she’d actually nailed it.
That is until the bastard that had damn well better make sure that her bacon was crisp every morning started laughing.
“No.”
“Asshole,” she muttered with a glare and a pout, already hating this stupid game.
Chapter 49
“Your turn,” he said with a satisfied sigh as he watched her pout turn to confusion.
“Are you forgetting something?” she asked with an expectant tone.
“No,” he simply said as he waited for her to get on with it.
“You haven’t proved that I was wrong yet,” she stubbornly pointed out.
“I wasn’t aware that was part of the game,” he murmured absently when she shifted on the bed, causing the tee shirt to pull up just enough so that he was rewarded with a flash of pink panties.
“You should have been,” she said as she gestured for him to get on with it. “Well?”
“Well, what?” he asked, shifting as discretely as possible in the hopes that he would be able to get a better view of-
“Ouch! What the hell was that for?” he snapped, rubbing his knee where the crazed woman had just flicked him.
“I’m going to need you to focus here,” she said, reminding him that she took games seriously, very seriously. “Why does everyone call you Lucifer?”
“Besides the fact that I’d kill them if they didn’t?”
She rolled her eyes with a nod. “Yes, besides that.”
He shrugged and admitted, “Because of Aidan.”
Apparently that wasn’t what she’d expected, because she sat there, staring at him. “Yeah, that really didn’t answer my question.”
“Didn’t it though?” he asked innocently, loving the way her eyes narrowed dangerously on him.
He really wished that he’d realized just how much fun it was to torment her sooner. All that wasted time…
“No, no it did not.”
“Would you like to me to go into more detail?” he asked around a mouthful of Kisses.
“That would be nice,” she bit out, clearly struggling not to tear the bag of Hershey Kisses out of his hands so that she could beat the shit out of him with it.
“Fine,” he said, sighing heavily as he took his time unwrapping another handful of Hershey Kisses, well aware that she was sitting there watching him with something close to homicidal rage.
It probably made him a sick bastard to enjoy tormenting her like this, but he really didn’t care, not when it brought him this much joy. Sighing heavily, just to annoy her, he popped the freshly unwrapped Kisses in his mouth and took his time savoring them.
“Well?” she snapped, making him chuckle, which by the look on her face she also didn’t appreciate.
“Aidan had a speech impediment when he was a kid,” he answered with a shrug as he grabbed another handful of Kisses.
She watched him expectantly while he sat there, contemplating getting off his ass and grabbing a Coke to wash the chocolate down and maybe a steak. He could really go for a steak, he thought as he shifted his attention towards the kitchen. He could probably whip up a few steaks, creamy mashed potatoes and corn in a half hour.
He should probably see if she wanted something too, he decided since it was the polite thing to-
“What exactly does Aidan’s speech impediment have to do with your terrifying nickname?” she asked, clearly not satisfied with his answer, which was a lot more than he told most people.
“God, you’re demanding,” he said, shaking his head as he shifted his attention back on her.
“You already knew this,” she said impatiently as she gestured for him to get on with it.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Uh huh.”
“When we were kids he couldn’t say my name correctly. It came out as a mangled Lucifer. The other kids heard him call me that and got on his case about it. Since it didn’t bother me, I beat the shit out of the other kids and started calling myself Lucifer to make it easier for him,” he said with a shrug as his mind wandered back to those beautiful steaks just waiting for him.
“Huh,” she said, drawing his attention to find her sitting there, nibbling her bottom lip and appearing lost in thought.
“What?” he asked, reaching over and pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
“Nothing,” she said, seeming a little sad.
He watched her for a moment before he narrowed his eyes suspiciously on her and said, “You have a bet going over my name, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she said with the saddest sigh that he’d ever heard.
“You lost, didn’t you?” he guessed, shaking his head in disgust.
“Well, I wouldn’t have if you’d been named Lucifer for your young, misguided love for all things evil,” she pointed out with a little pout that had him chuckling.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” he teased, leaning in and pressed a kiss against her forehead.
“No, you’re really not.”
“You’re right. I’m not,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. “All right, your turn,” he said, getting comfortable as he waited for her question.
“Fine,” she said, getting back in the game, “what’s my favorite song?”
“That’s too easy,” he said with a pitying shake of his head, because he’d seriously thought that she would give him something of a challenge.