Winning Back Ryan by S.L. Siwik Read Free Book Online

No way!” George shouted in protest.
                  “This is the drinking game we’re playing tonight, man. If you’re not game, I could just put the video of this up on Youtube.” Ben shook the cell phone in his hand back and forth.
                  George glanced between the phone and Ben’s face, deciding if he wanted to call his bluff. It was a bad choice I knew, because Ben never bluffed. He never said or committed to anything that he couldn’t follow through on. I had no doubt that he took video. George sighed in acceptance and nodded. Ben slapped him hard on the back as he slid his other arm around my neck. “Let’s go tell the others.”
                  We returned to Brian and Max as Ben explained what just happened with the girl and the drinking game of the night. They all laughed, embarrassing George even more, as Brian handed me the Long Island Iced Tea I asked him to order for me. I took out a five dollar bill, handing it to Brian. He shook his head.
                  “Take it,” I insisted. He shook his head again. “Take it, Brian. You don’t need to buy me drinks.” He continued ignoring me, sipping his Jack and Coke, until finally I tired from having my hand out and slid my money into my jeans pocket. I glared at him to let him know I was annoyed, and his lips curled into a smile.  “Thank you,” I leaned over, whispering into his ear. “But, you don’t need to buy me drinks. You work hard for your money too. Keep it. “
                  “Annie, I bought you one drink, not a house. Relax.” He smirked at me, and as much as I tried I couldn’t stay annoyed. Seeing him smile just made me smile.
                  “Alright. Next one’s on me.”
    We drank, talked, listened to bands play, and I just enjoyed the company of my friends. When my drink was empty, it seemed everyone else’s was too. Ben flagged down the bartender and ordered us another round. I held a five dollar bill out to Ben.
                  “For the drink.”
                  Ben shook his head. “I told you on the phone that I’d get you drunk. Your money is no good tonight.”
                  I raised my brow in insistence, holding the money out firmly for him to take. He slipped the bill out of my fingers, and leaned into my ear. His voice grew husky. “I said…” He paused as though collecting his thoughts, and I waited for the rest of his sentence, my heart picking up the pace in curiosity of what he would say. “that I’m paying tonight.” He leaned back, resting himself against the edge of the bar, taking a sip of his beer. “Now take your money back.” My brows scrunched in confusion. His eyes glanced down quickly at my breasts, so I followed his eyes down and turned beet red when I saw the money nestled in my cleavage, tucked beneath my bra. I never even felt his hand near me. Ben took another sip of his beer. “Try and give me that money again, and you’ll find it somewhere far more private next time. I assure you.”
    He smirked at me before he held his long necked beer up and finished it off.  I refused to act embarrassed.
                  “You could have just handed me back the money,” I snapped.
    He shrugged nonchalantly. “Where’s the fun in that?”
                  I could feel my cheeks turning brighter, so I added, “The only reason I offered is because I thought you could use the five dollars to buy yourself a pack of disposable razors. Something obviously happened to yours.”
                  His brow rose, a smirk playing on his lips. “Will I be kissing someone tonight?”
    I glared murderously and shook my head curtly. “No.”
                  His smirk turned to a full smile. “Then in that case…” He tossed the beer bottle onto the bar counter, grabbing my face in his hands. He turned my head sideways before rubbing his