Page 86 of The SnowFang Storm


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A wicked thought teased into my mind.

Winter [Sterling] >> Want to play a game?

[Sterling] >> What kind of game?

Winter [Sterling] >> I just created it.

[Sterling] >> I’m listening.

Winter [Sterling] >> Panty Charades.

I burst into giggles.

[Sterling] >> Objective?

I could just imagine Sterling sitting in his chair trying to look like he was exchanging Extremely Important And Urgent Business-Related Emails just then, one ankle crossed over his knee, frowning at his phone and rubbing his chin, posture vaguely uncomfortable.

Nice thought. He was wearing the smoke-blue suit I liked so much that day. I licked my lips and got comfortable. We were going to play the inaugural round of my newly created Panty Charades game.

Winter [Sterling] >> Guess the color(s) of my panties.

I couldn’t stop giggling.

He didn’t answer for a few minutes.

Winter [Sterling] >> Awwww. You don’t want to play?

[Sterling] >> Meeting just got interesting.

I snickered so hard I hiccuped.

Winter [Sterling] >> Liar. Liar. Liar. Pants on FIRE.

Silence.

The proverbial halo slid sideways on my head. Did all males make it this easy, or was Sterling the sort who just got tangled up in his own traps?

[Sterling] >> I don’t want anyone to think it’s this meeting I’m excited about. Game will have to wait.

I howled with laughter. Oh, he only thought Panty Charades was over. He had just taken us to overtime!

Winter [Sterling] >> Well, I guess it wasn’t a fair game.

[Sterling] >> Not really.

Winter >> because I don’t have any panties on.

Crickets.

Winter [Sterling] >> Want proof?

[Sterling] >> I have work to do.

Aww. He had tapped out. In the first round.

I heard Sterling’s keys hit the little table by the front door.

He strode over to the couches and stopped just before stepping down. He had his hands in his pant pockets, messenger bag still over his shoulder, and his silver hair out of place courtesy of the cutting winter wind outside. His lips twisted between a frown and a smirk, his brows equally uneven. I could not quite tell if he was trying to hold back laughter or anger.

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