The Dual Claim
I said sweeping my arm out.
“At some point, my clothes will dwarf your collection, I would imagine.”
“Never,” I countered.
“Wanna bet?” he challenged.
“I can’t possibly need that much,” I protested.
“Wanna bet?” he challenged again.
“You’re on,” I accepted, holding out my hand to shake his. “What’s the wager?”
He stepped forward and whispered a very racy, very hot wager in my ear.
I gulped. I wasn’t even sure it was physically possible, but hey, if he thought so… what the hell.