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Chapter 1
"What about, ‘I'm going to have sex with you tonight. You might as well be there to enjoy it.’”
Christian Palmer choked on his drink and coughed, trying to clear his throat. He looked up and shook his head. When he'd caught his breath, he said, “No. Pass."
"If I tossed this quarter, what are the chances of me getting head?"
"Absolutely not!"
Mick laughed. “Come on, man. You only get three passes and you've already used them all."
"I don't care,” Christian said. “There's no way I'm saying that to a complete stranger."
"That's the whole point."
"Forget it. I'll take my humiliation in small doses if that's all right with you."
"Humiliation is the whole point,” Mick said, grinning. “Now pick one of these."
"But it's my birthday. I should be watching you three make fools out of yourselves."
Devin grinned and reached across the table, grabbing another card. “Not going to happen, my friend. Holly would kill me. Besides, you're the one sitting alone on your birthday. Now, choose."
Christian ran a hand through his hair, dislodging the dark strands as another card was read. Like every other night out when they found themselves in a club, the pick-up game was in full force. The cards, with the cheesiest pick-up lines known to man were laid out on the table and his band mates were trying to find one for him. Finding a card wasn't the problem. Having to walk up to a strange woman and actually say what was written on it was.
Since Luke and Devin now had steady girlfriends, it was up to Mick and himself to provide the entertainment of the game and the guys had decided that tonight, it was all on him.
Luke tapped the table with his knuckle to get his attention. “How about, I lost my keys. Can I check your pants?"
"No."
"I've already had sex with you five times while you were sleeping. Want to make it six?"
"No."
"My favorite number is 69?"
Christian laughed and stared across the hotel bar, trying to ignore them. He knew he was blushing as the cards were being read. He could feel the heat burn his face and neck. Everyone's laughter only caused it to burn hotter.
Why they tortured him with this game when they knew he hated it was beyond his comprehension. Like asking a girl out wasn't nerve wracking enough for him. To have to approach a woman with one of those cards was the worst humiliation he could think of. Not that the cards deterred women from following him back to his room. You could say anything to a woman when she realized you were a member of the band Wicked and know without a shadow of a doubt, you'd get laid.
The fact they were forcing the game on him tonight shouldn't have been such a surprise. It was his birthday, after all, and he was dateless.
"Are you juveniles still torturing Christian?"
Christian turned his head at the sound of Roxy's voice. Luke's girlfriend smiled at him and grabbed the cards Luke was holding before sitting down beside him. She read over the cards, grinning before tossing them back to the table. “He'll never find a woman with these."
"Finding a woman isn't the point,” Devin said. “He's Christian Palmer. All he has to do is speak and women will fall all over themselves to be his date for the evening. The fact he has to say this to them when he approaches them just makes it fun."
"And cruel,” Holly said when she joined them.
Devin laughed at his girlfriends comment. “It's not cruel. We've all done it."
"You've actually picked up a woman with one of these horrible pick-up lines?"
"Yes."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed a few of the cards. “Wonders never cease."
"What we say to a woman isn't important. It's who we are that matters.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. “Tell me you didn't want me the minute you knew who I was?"
Holly snorted a laugh. “No. You were an asshole. Although this card,” she said, waving it in front of him, “may have saved you from an immediate let down. I would have been laughing
"What about, ‘I'm going to have sex with you tonight. You might as well be there to enjoy it.’”
Christian Palmer choked on his drink and coughed, trying to clear his throat. He looked up and shook his head. When he'd caught his breath, he said, “No. Pass."
"If I tossed this quarter, what are the chances of me getting head?"
"Absolutely not!"
Mick laughed. “Come on, man. You only get three passes and you've already used them all."
"I don't care,” Christian said. “There's no way I'm saying that to a complete stranger."
"That's the whole point."
"Forget it. I'll take my humiliation in small doses if that's all right with you."
"Humiliation is the whole point,” Mick said, grinning. “Now pick one of these."
"But it's my birthday. I should be watching you three make fools out of yourselves."
Devin grinned and reached across the table, grabbing another card. “Not going to happen, my friend. Holly would kill me. Besides, you're the one sitting alone on your birthday. Now, choose."
Christian ran a hand through his hair, dislodging the dark strands as another card was read. Like every other night out when they found themselves in a club, the pick-up game was in full force. The cards, with the cheesiest pick-up lines known to man were laid out on the table and his band mates were trying to find one for him. Finding a card wasn't the problem. Having to walk up to a strange woman and actually say what was written on it was.
Since Luke and Devin now had steady girlfriends, it was up to Mick and himself to provide the entertainment of the game and the guys had decided that tonight, it was all on him.
Luke tapped the table with his knuckle to get his attention. “How about, I lost my keys. Can I check your pants?"
"No."
"I've already had sex with you five times while you were sleeping. Want to make it six?"
"No."
"My favorite number is 69?"
Christian laughed and stared across the hotel bar, trying to ignore them. He knew he was blushing as the cards were being read. He could feel the heat burn his face and neck. Everyone's laughter only caused it to burn hotter.
Why they tortured him with this game when they knew he hated it was beyond his comprehension. Like asking a girl out wasn't nerve wracking enough for him. To have to approach a woman with one of those cards was the worst humiliation he could think of. Not that the cards deterred women from following him back to his room. You could say anything to a woman when she realized you were a member of the band Wicked and know without a shadow of a doubt, you'd get laid.
The fact they were forcing the game on him tonight shouldn't have been such a surprise. It was his birthday, after all, and he was dateless.
"Are you juveniles still torturing Christian?"
Christian turned his head at the sound of Roxy's voice. Luke's girlfriend smiled at him and grabbed the cards Luke was holding before sitting down beside him. She read over the cards, grinning before tossing them back to the table. “He'll never find a woman with these."
"Finding a woman isn't the point,” Devin said. “He's Christian Palmer. All he has to do is speak and women will fall all over themselves to be his date for the evening. The fact he has to say this to them when he approaches them just makes it fun."
"And cruel,” Holly said when she joined them.
Devin laughed at his girlfriends comment. “It's not cruel. We've all done it."
"You've actually picked up a woman with one of these horrible pick-up lines?"
"Yes."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed a few of the cards. “Wonders never cease."
"What we say to a woman isn't important. It's who we are that matters.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. “Tell me you didn't want me the minute you knew who I was?"
Holly snorted a laugh. “No. You were an asshole. Although this card,” she said, waving it in front of him, “may have saved you from an immediate let down. I would have been laughing
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