Free Game's Over: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 3) by Sasha Page A

She was hot all over, and when she felt the bed sink down with Wes’s weight, she barely dared to peer between her fingers to where Wes was sitting, smiling at her.
    “I’m such an idiot.”
    “No, you’re not. And it was my fault in the first place.”
    Zenobia sighed. “You know you don’t have to say it—”
    “I’m not just saying it. I mean it. I knocked the cup over. I was swept up in the moment, one might say.”
    Wes pried Zenobia’s hands off her face and kissed the joined fingertips with a smirk. Zenobia felt her heart trip and fall all over, for the beautiful man in bed with her. She coughed and sort of looked down at their coffee-stained sheets, then back up in Wes’s still grinning face.
    “So. Um. What’s up? I mean, not…you know, not… in a double entendre meaning or anything like that. I mean, just…uh…why did you wake me up?”
    “Hm? Oh, yes.” Wes bounced excitedly on the bed like a toddler, his grin widening. “Well, do you know what day it is today?”
    “Uhhh…” Zenobia racked her brains for a couple of seconds but came up with nothing. “Friday?”
    “Wrong! I mean, yes. It’s Friday. But that’s not what I was asking.” He bounced again. “It’s the first day of summer!”
    Well, fuck. She had completely forgotten. “Oh,” was all she could say.
    “Yes, oh!” Wes rolled his eyes at her. “Come on. Grab a shower and get dressed. We’re gonna be leaving in five.”
    “Leaving? What? Where to?”
    “To the club, of course,” Wes quickly stole a kiss from her lips and bounced off the bed. “We have tons of shit to get ready.”
    Zenobia stared at the spot from where Wes had disappeared for a moment before shrugging and finally getting out of bed. After the coffee incident, the least she could do was go with the flow on this one. Something told her she would’ve known a lot more than she needed to know by the end of the morning anyway. Pointless to worry about that now.
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    Zenobia had always liked going to Casa Blanca’s when the club was closed and no one else was around. In a way, it reminded her of Wes himself, the way only Zenobia got to see him. Without the glitter and the antics and the charming persona he put on to keep the club running at nights, just the bare bones Zenobia loved. The club itself was very similar. Without the flurry of patrons and the thumping of music and flashing lights and everything that went with it, Casa Blanca’s was solid walls and hard work.
    “You two pull over for a quickie?”
    Zenobia groaned and glared at Wes accusingly. Wes merely laughed and stepped up to hug Tasha, Zenobia’s very vocal, tyrannical big sister.
    “Hey, beautiful. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
    “What do you have to be sorry for? Although I have to say, I don’t think you did a very thorough job on her. She still seems kinda testy.”
    “Why do we keep her around again?”
    “Because, dear sister, I am the marketing mind behind all of this shit.” Tasha threw her hair back and held a diva pose for a split second before turning back to Wes, all business. “Do you want to start the sign up today? It might be a good idea. We should do a direct elimination round like we did last year, so we weed out those who are just in for a dare and not for the real deal.”
    “Sounds good. Did you call travel agency yet?”
    “Yes and we will have the tickets in a week, just in time for the finale.”
    “Do either of you care to fill me in on the details?” Zenobia asked after a moment, feeling completely bemused at the words that kept flying over her head.
    “Sorry.” Wes looked properly chastised. “It’s something we do every year when summer begins. It’s a contest. Casa Blanca's Summer Bombshell contest.”
    “Oh.” And now that Wes had said it, Zenobia suddenly remembered.
    There were posters of past years’ winners lining up the walls to the upstairs bedrooms. Zenobia had never spared it much thought, but then again her joining up Wes in the