Living the Fantasy

She rattled off a couple of the early sequences, surprising him with her answers. At first he thought she was giving him just generic “girl answers” as Paul would say. In general, girls preferred quicker puzzles, less brute force. But then she warmed to her theme, getting more detailed in her comments and critiques of the story structure. By the time they made it to her car, he wanted to pull out a pad of paper for notes.

“Wow,” he said, as she finally ended her comments. “That’s just off the top of your head?”

She shrugged. “I read a lot. I like fiction.”

“I’d like to hear more. Some of your ideas won’t work with what we’ve already got, but a couple of those were brilliant.”

She shook her head. “Now you’re just stroking me. None of that was brilliant.”

“You’d be surprised what a gamer finds brilliant. And believe me, that last idea about the character arc for Guinevere? That was brilliant.”

She flashed him a coy smile. “Well, thank you. I’m glad I could help.”

They’d made it to her car. It was a little yellow Saturn, and she unlocked it with her fob. The chirp of the car sounded loud in the garage. Exhausted as he was, he still hated to see the evening end. Apparently, she felt something similar because she turned to face him without opening her car door.

“This was a lot of fun. You’ve got a great game and…well, I just had a ton of fun. Like I haven’t had in years.”

“Rough couple of years?” he asked.

She shrugged. “No. Not really. Just settled into a rut. I work, I read, I occasionally have lunch with Elisa. I always thought my life would be more exciting. Instead, it’s just kinda routine.”

“You’re shaking things up now. You’re going on tour with us.”

She smiled. She shouldn’t have looked so good under the harsh parking-garage lights, but she did. She looked beautiful. He swallowed, feeling the need to touch her build inside him. “I, um, I really had a great time, too. And I really hope we can play more.”

Her eyebrows rose and too late, he realized what he’d said had a double meaning. “More of the game?” she asked.

“Yeah, more of that,” he said. And then he just did it. He kissed her. He’d wanted to since he’d met her, and she was right here.

She gasped in surprise, her body stilling in shock. God, this was wrong of him, but he couldn’t stop. He stroked his tongue across her lips, tasting the cherry flavor of her lip gloss. Would she open for him? Or was he about to be shoved onto his ass?

She softened. It happened between one heartbeat and another. She was stiff and tight, and then everything in her seemed to give way. He would remember the feel of it until the day he died. The way she just relaxed into his kiss, tilting her head to give him better access and relaxing her body. She might have melted into him, or maybe he just pressed forward, trapping her body against her car. Either way, she opened herself to his kiss and he was quick to take advantage.