Author's Note: Okay guys, I am just so floored and flummoxed by the response to this story. It's strange how this story was sort of a comical fluke—just something that came to me while writing some of my others and I began writing it down sort of as a way just to make myself laugh so I am in complete and utter gratitude for the way you guys are enjoying it too which is why I spent most of yesterday writing up new chapters for this fic. I will upload them as I proof read over them. Had meant to upload them all last night and fell asleep at my computer (sigh). So here's the first 'game' chapter. The second will be up shortly. Welcome back from Europe riotgirllina. I envy you. And I hope you feel better Kris10rox. And I pray that all of you are doing well. Smiles and hugs. Angel422.
Mason actually rubbed his mischievous little hands together in obvious glee as he sat back in his chair and I had to stifle a laugh. Something told me that Mason would make a great talk show or game show host if music hadn't been his immediate calling. Tommy quirked a brow as he watched him too before leaning back in his chair casually—looking around the table as if the fact that we were practically auctioning him off didn't bother him. Well, no need I suppose. I was bothered enough for both of us.
"Okay, I'll make this easy on all of you to begin with." Mason muttered as we all glanced at each other narrowly. I was not in the mood to listen to quips about Tom's penis size and lack of morality in the bedroom so I just kept my fingers crossed that Mason would choose his questions carefully. As it was, Tom's family seemed determined to make this gathering function outside of what was going on within it as they began chattering away to mask the tension that flowed over the table. Matthew even chose that moment to demonstrate his own musical abilities—lifting up an old acoustic guitar before declaring that he was going to play that song Collide by Howie Day. How appropriate right?
"And how are we supposed to know who answers the questions correctly. I mean, should we all assume that you are that intimately involved with Tommy—involved enough to be able to discern his answers." Izzie asked Mason confidently as Tommy coughed. I could see Mason grin wickedly and it made me chuckle.
"Oh honey, I wish I did. Trust me. You have no idea. But, alas, I do not know the man that well which is why he's here to tell us if you are answering the questions right or wrong. I just get to come up with the questions." Mason replied with a slight chivalrous nod of his head while Izzie finally shrugged as if she could live with that answer. The pulse in my neck was beginning to beat a little too rapidly. Thank God no one at this table was a vampire. They'd love to get a taste of my jugular at the moment. Mason grinned.
"Okay, so we start off trivial. Hmmm….boxers or briefs, girls?" Mason asked stoically as someone further down the table gasped. I'm guessing that was his mother. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping too as I looked up at Tommy. He just seemed amused by the whole thing. Yeah, seems about right when it came to him, and how come I was getting the impression that Mason wanted an answer to that question more than the rest of us cared to share one. I sighed. Thank God I had gone searching in his drawers for those dead blasted socks. There's a lot you can learn about a person through his dresser. Izzie shrugged. Something told me these girls mostly saw him nude—not in a pair of underwear.
"Boxers." Izzie answered assuredly as Heather nodded in agreement. Alexia snickered.
"I'm going with briefs." Lexi answered as everyone turned toward me curiously upon her reply. I smiled slightly at the look of unconcern on their faces. Hated to disappoint them, but they were all wrong.
"Boxer briefs actually, and I'll also point out the guy has a thing for the Joe Boxer and Hanes brands." I stated simply as I leaned back in my chair—staring pointedly at Tommy as if daring him to prove me wrong. He didn't. He just smiled and nodded in my direction. Point one for me. How come I was starting to feel as if this game was more a challenge for Tommy—a way for him to figure out how well the two of us actually knew each other. Mason scratched his head before looking around at the now grumbling group. What? I may not have slept with the guy, but there are other ways to learn stuff about people. Suffice it to say, I'm sure he knew my favorite brand of underwear by now as well. I know, because the day after I played around in his sock drawer, I found my drawer just as disheveled. Mason leaned forward.
"Okay, question number two. How does Tommy drink his coffee?" Mason asked as we all perused each other curiously. I think they were waiting for me to answer the question first this time, but that wasn't happening.
"Black." Izzie answered finally as Heather and Lexi agreed. They all looked over at me and I nodded—knowing from experience that he never added anything to his java. Tommy nodded along with us and I shrugged. So, I had two points now. The other girls had one. Why did that suddenly make me feel powerful? I couldn't afford to lose my confidence. I didn't need to doubt my answers. Why the hell did I care? I didn't want time alone with Tommy.
"You're doing fine." Tommy whispered suddenly and I looked over to see him raising a brow in my direction. Fine my ass. Okay, so I guess it wouldn't hurt to admit that I was secretly glad that I was doing fine as well. I was just hoping that Mason would ask a question that makeTommy squirm soon. Matthew began strumming on his guitar in the background. He wasn't half bad.