CHAPTER EIGHT
Bekah might not be great at flirting or dating, but she was competitive. Although she’d nearly said no to Elliot’s idea of strip poker, she realized soon after they’d begun playing it had been a great strategy for the evening.
Get out of her head. Stop overthinking. Just have fun, and let herself enjoy the company.
And Bekah really, really liked to win. Fortunately, so did Elliot.
“Goddamn,” Elliot said, tossing his cards aside. He was about to take off his left sock when Bekah shook her head.
“The shirt,” she said, surprising herself and Elliot. She licked her lips. “Especially for that hand I had.”
Elliot c****d an eyebrow. He didn’t protest, though, and he made a point to very slowly take off his shirt. Bekah took in his rippling muscles, the sprinkling of blond hair
