This woman is pushing buttons on purpose. This innocent game is taking a turn that I'm not sure can be derailed. I'm soaking up this side of her and am hoping this is who she is. Her smartass responses grab my attention and make me want her even more.

I knew the alcohol would loosen her up, but I didn’t expect this. While she's coherent and playful, I want to get as much out of her as I can. It has been a long time since a woman has worked me up in more than one way, and all without touching me. She has my pants standing at full attention and haven’t fully come down from what happened earlier. I’d give anything to see her up close, to feel her perky tits in my hands and to see just how soft her skin is.

While I'm shuffling the cards, I do my best to not look at her. I don’t want any distractions because I'm determined to win this hand. Trying to kill the silence, she starts small talk.

“So, have you been watching the news? Have they said how much snow we have gotten or how much longer it will fall?”

“Those are questions, princess.”

“Oh, come on. They aren’t specific questions about you or your life, so I think they are allowed. Besides, don’t you want to know how long you’re stuck with me?”

"Well, to be honest, I'm enjoying your company, so I don't see it as being stuck with you." I look at her and see she's slightly surprised by my response. "From what I heard, we have gotten close to three feet of snow, and it isn't supposed to let up for another twenty-four hours."

“Oh, wow. That's crazy. How will you ever get out of here? I mean, at least down in the town, we have snow plows and stuff. How do you clear the roads all the way up here?”

“I do it. I'm the only house out here for miles if you didn’t notice on the way here.”

“It was a blizzard. All I could see was white.”

“Right. Well, on the road we took to get here, there are only three other driveways, and I clear them all, as well as the road.”

"Wow, that's nice of you. And you do it out of the goodness of your heart?"

“You know, I'm capable of generosity.”

"Oh, are you now? I would’ve never guessed." She giggles.

Seeing her smile right now makes my heart lurch forward. All I can do is smile at her. During our conversation, I manage to deal us each our cards.

“Now, let’s get this game going. I want to see how bad you lose,” she tells me.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see who loses!”

Our first few hands were uneventful and got rid of about five cards from each of us. But she then discards a color I have none of, and my hand is filled once again with more cards than when we started. Finally, I draw a wild card and slam it down in victory.

“Ha! Take that one, princess. You have to answer a question and take off a piece of clothing.”

She rolls her eyes at me and takes off her shirt. I'm disappointed to see she has dressed in layers. Damn winter. She had a wool sweater on, and now she's sporting a cotton T-shirt. If I had to guess, I’d say she's also wearing a tank top before getting to her bra. This is going to be interesting considering all I was wearing was a shirt, pants, and boxers against her layers upon layers of clothing.

“Now I see why you weren’t too phased with the strip part of our new game. You have a million layers on!” I tell her.

“It’s not my fault your house is freezing.” She shoots me a wink.

“We need to make this a little fairer. I think if he gets a wild, draw four cards we will still answer four questions, but only remove one piece of clothing.”

“Are you serious?”

“I have three items on. You have what, twelve?”

“Oh, stop exaggerating you, big baby. Here, how about I make it even then.”

She takes off her shirt and sits in front of me in just her bra. I guess I was wrong. I allow my eyes to wander over the beauty in front of me.

“Eyes up here, big guy. If you can’t handle it, we can stop playing,” she mocks.

“Nope, I’m good. So we’re even then?”

“Even Steven. What’s your question?”

I almost forgot I won a question. Hmm, what to ask this time? I laugh when I figure out what I want to ask her.

“What's your favorite feature on a man?” I'm half expecting her to gawk, or start to protest the question, but to my surprise, she hardly even thinks before blurting out her answer.

“Eyes.”

“Really?”

“Yep. They can say a lot about a man.”

I was hoping for something a little dirtier.

“What color card?” she asks.

“Oh, um…green.”

We play a couple more turns, and she slams down a draw four wild card. "Ha! Take it off, mister!"

I smile and take off my shirt. I love the way her eyes trace over my chest. I know the effect I can have on women, but the way Taylor is responding means more for some reason. It's as if I'm being looked at for the first time.

“Like what you see, princess?” I taunt.

She’s almost shocked that I call her out on staring and is almost embarrassed to be caught. She takes a few beats before answering and shrugs. "Yep."

I smirk. “Okay then. What are your questions?”

“Let’s counter your question. What's your favorite feature on a woman?”

“Breasts. And lips.”

“So you’re a boob guy?” She chuckles.

I look at her with a little smile and watch her face flush as she fidgets.

“How long has it been since you’ve been with a woman?”

I look at her, a little taken back by the question. I'm not sure I want to answer, but decide what the hell. "Almost two years."

“And how many women have you slept with?” She looks me straight in the eyes, challenging me. I want to be honest with her. “Well? What’s the number?”

“Why do you want to know this?”

“Your answer.”

“Eight.”

I watch her jaw drop, and her eyes grow wide. "Are you serious?"

“You asked for the truth, there it is.”

"And how old are you exactly? I need a little perspective on timeframe here."

“That’s a new question. And why do you need perspective? How does my sex life impact you in any way? It’s not like you’re in my bed.”

“Don’t you want me to be?”

And there it is. The shy, insecure woman from earlier makes an appearance. She quickly recovers and acts as if she's just being cocky. But I know she truly meant what she said. She wants something more here, and I'm not sure what to make of it. This is going downhill, quickly.