Trevor’s POV
The thought of playing strip poker with Freya sent a deep, lustful feeling straight to my groin. A feeling I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Seeing her in those skimpy pyjamas had given me enough knowledge to imagine how she’d look stripped almost bare.
“It wouldn’t be fair. You’d get cold.” I told her, trying to disguise the lust in my voice. Now was not the time - she was sick, besides, I’d told her I wouldn’t force anything like that on her. This was a business arrangement and I needed to get my head back into the game.
Her face flushed as she said “I was joking, of course. Rummy sounds great.” I’d clearly embarrassed her, made her feel uncomfortable. Damn it Stone, you’re going to blow this! I thought to myself. Although, she did tell me she loved me last night, but
