*Big hugs for all your favs, follows and reviews folks. Here's Day 2, I really hope it was worth the wait!

Day 2

She was wearing his hoodie and that damm invisible shirt again. Nick's hands wiped the bar counter with a bit more force. Casual as you like, she strolled past the tables, ignoring the catcalls from the buck's party, but swinging her hips in just that way he'd told her to. Her eyes locked to his and she slowly pulled at the cord. Biting on its end with sensual precision. Nick groaned and Big Bob gave him a look. Here comes trouble. nick shook his head slowly. She was far more ruthless than he'd expected. She just had to breathe and he become fully aroused. It was like when she first moved in all over again.

After a sleepless night knowing she slept just a few steps away Nick was stewing. He'd never lost a bet in his life but the things she was doing to him; they should be illegal.

Reaching the bar, she slid gracefully onto a stool, "Hey there, handsome"

"What is that?" He nodded to her chest then picked up a cloth and began to roughly wipe down the bar.

"They're called boobs, Nick." She said.

"Not that. Why are you wearing my clothes?"

"I needed a new outfit. Everything I own is boring." Then she leaned forward, fingers tangling in the cords at her throat. Her eyes shone with triumph. She was going to kill him.

"Come on," he scoffed and pointed a finger, "I know what you're doing and it won't work."

"Really? Do you?" Her fingers played with the zipper, pulling it up and down so her creamy skin played peek-a-boo. Nick bit his lip and swore.

Grabbing the bottle of pink wine he kept, especially for her, he nodded at Big Bob, then stepped out and shepherded her to the closest booth.

Silently, he poured them both a drink, "So, how was your day?"

Jess frowned. Why wasn't he in a heap of desire in the floor? She knew the hoodie drove him wild. He'd confessed a few weeks ago that when she'd first done it over the parking spot, he'd barely held back from throwing her on the bed.

It was so hot knowing that but it didn't seem to be having the effect on him now. Sure, they were in public but she knew the cellar had a good sized supply closest. They'd used it a few weeks ago when he'd been closing up and she'd stayed to keep him company.

Roughly, he grabbed his bottle and drank deeply. Jess peered closer, oh yes, it was working, his eyes were blazing and he was a little flushed. He was just the most stubborn man on earth.

"My day? Well, I had the best shower of my life. The water was so warm. There was so much steam I just stayed in there for like an hour. I really love the feel of the water on my skin, you know? So soft and -"

"Everyone loves showers, Jess. New topic." He bit out.

"OK, well, then I had this really large sausage for breakfast. Really, it was huge and really yummy and then I -"

"Work! Tell. Me. About. School." He said through gritted teeth.

"It was fine." She huffed. By now, she knew the signs. He was really turned on, he just wouldn't admit it. Maybe he needed some more encouragement so she scooted across the booth until her leg rested against his. Practically flinching from the contact, he shifted over. So she moved again and he moved away once more. There was a warning in his eyes but she didn't stop until Nick teetered right on the edge.

Widening her eyes and playing with the zipper, she leaned over, her breath on his neck, "What's up, Miller? Afraid you'll of a little light touching?"

"Nope." Then he picked up his beer took a sip his eyes challenging her. Jess made a small squeak, and shook her head. He smiled, swallowed and set it down again. She was glad he hadn't done it because that would've been it for her. Game over. And she was determined to win but she'd be a hot mess if he gargled.

"So, do you want to hear about my day?" He asked.

Jess accepted defeat, and muttered, "Sure."

"I woke up early. And ready. Like stay-in-bed-for-hours ready. So I went for it - to thoughts of you. Of going down on you until you made that little mewling sound that kills me." Jess eyes had become glazed and she shifted in her seat. Her hands rested in her lap under the table and it took all she had not to reach for him or herself. Forget the gargling, this man could enslave her with just his words, and eyes and body.

Seeing he'd lost her attention, he paused. His fingers stroked the neck of his bottle. Watching her, he could see her cheeks were a dusky pink and she was a bit breathless. But she refocused and trained her eyes on the table. Satisfied that he had once more, he continued. "I came really hard but it wasn't enough so I waited for a bit. It didn't take long - I counted off all the positions we haven't tied yet - until I was revved again. Then I imagined you at the kitchen counter and me from behind. I'd take your hands and hold them with one of mine, I'd kiss your neck, and raise them above our heads then gently pull your dress up until I could see your panties then I'd sneak my hand inside and - "

Jess stood up suddenly. "OK! I have to go."

"Oh, but I was just getting started.." He teased and picked up her hand. His thumb traced tiny circles on her skin. She reared back as if burnt but he didn't let go. Pulling her back down, he grabbed her head and kissed her. His mouth fused to hers, his tongue thrust into her mouth and she groaned. Her insides clenched, feeling so empty. He groaned softly too.

Breathing out a shaky breath he kept a hold of her hand, tugging her back down gently. "Actually, there is something I need to tell you."

Jess raised an eyebrow.

"Really. Sit down, please?" Those puppy eyes were impossibly hard to resist. Sighing, she slouched back down and crossed her arms.

"They've offered me the manager's position."

Jess sat up straight, "Here?"

"No. At that other place, where I don't work," he joked, "Yes, here." Then he asked quietly, "Do you think I should take it?"

Jess grinned and hugged him. "Do I! Nick, this is so exciting. I'm so proud of you!"

He laughed and ran a hand across the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I haven't got it yet."

"You will." She smiled.

He grinned then sobered and said, "It does mean more money. Not much but more."

"That's good." She nodded, then quickly, "For you, I mean." He made a face. "Nick, you know I don't care about that." She rubbed his arm.

"And a lot more responsibility. I'll have staff and wages to take care of - I'll have to plan more guys' nights." A sparkle appeared in his eyes, "I've got so many ideas - this place could be really cool, you know?" he turned towards her, overflowing with energy, "I was thinking that if we got the beer companies involved we might be able to do a regular night and that means -" Jess's mouth cut him off. She kissed him hard and strong and true. When they pulled back, neither one could focus, their hearts and bodies shouting for just one thing.

Foreheads together, she could taste him on her lips, "Beg me, Nick" she whispered.

He shook his head, "You first" then kissed her again.

With a frustrated sound, Jess rose once more. "Fine, I'm going."

"OK. If that's what you really want…"

Jess frowned. "See you back at the loft."

"Yep" He said and enjoyed watching every stomp she made out of the bar. He loved the way her skirt bounced when she was mad. He knew she was pissed but he'd make it up to her. Next week or whenever she decided she'd had enough.

Day 3

She was so late. She'd indulged in an extra-long shower and totally lost track of time. Nick hadn't helped either. Tarting around in one of Schmidt's suits.

I do plan to write seven stories for their seven days in the bet (I never was one for tiny ambitions...) so if you've an idea of how they could taunt/tease/seduce each other, please tell me in a quick review! Also, Schmidt ideas welcome. He'll have a part to play in Day 3 and beyond. Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more...