The Game Is On
I lost a game during the company’s birthday party for me.
Lloyd Lane, my girlfriend’s assistant, stated my punishment while smiling. He said, “Woo the general manager of Glazed Light, and you’ll only count as having cleared the punishment after sleeping with her.”
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath, as if they had rehearsed it.
I said nothing and cast a glance at Naomi York, my girlfriend.
Nonchalantly, she sipped at her fruit juice and said coolly, “Lloyd is just kidding. Don’t take it too seriously.”
In order to ease the tension, everyone else said, “Lloyd, don’t make things hard for Claude. If you like Miss Clark so much, go and woo her yourself.”
In the next second, Naomi had smashed her wine glass on the head of the person who spoke.
Suddenly, I laughed. “Sure.”