He shoved his hands in his pockets, just staring for a long time.

“Hey,” I said with a smile.

He c.o.c.ked his head to the side, running his tongue over his teeth, eyes glued to the careless knot tied at my hip.  “Um, is that, hmm?”

Wow, he was speechless.  My entire body flushed in pleasure.  “Is that what?” I prompted.

He waved at the fastening of the dress.  “Is that little tie there all that is holding that thing closed?”

I watched his face and nodded slowly.  He cursed, turned on his heel, and walked away.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I set to work on painting one of the many stretched out white onesies mounted on an easel.

I felt it when he came back, felt his eyes on me.  He spoke very quietly behind me.  “I know where a guestroom with a lock is.”

I shook my head, and started moving towards the door.  “Nu-uh.  Not here.”

He stalked me into the next room, but I evaded him, going to stand near Lana, who was busy making out with her powerhouse of a husband.

Tristan had no choice but to retreat.

Over the next thirty minutes, I proceeded to collect four diaper pins around the room by walking Javier, Jackie, Akira, and Bianca into saying the word baby.

In my peripheral, I could see that Tristan was doing the same thing.  From the loud commotion that occurred, I figured that he collected pins from James, Stephan, Marnie, and Lana.

Tristan and I wound up sitting next to each other for the diaper/candy bar smelling game.  This was the game where they smashed different melted candy bars up into diapers, and we had to guess which candy bars they were.

It was disgusting, and funny, and I’d never been to a baby shower where they didn’t play it.

I was just sniffing something that I thought smelled and looked like a Snickers bar when Tristan’s phone started ringing.

Loudly.

It was the most bizarre timing, because I’d never even heard his phone ring before, but suddenly his ringtone started playing loud, and it was my giggling, out of tune voice rapping, “p.u.s.s.y, pu**y, pu**y, that is all on my mind…”

I blushed but couldn’t help giggling as the room erupted in laughter.

“I’d swear that sounds just like Danika’s voice,” Bianca said, her gaze swinging to me.

“Oh that’s definitely her,” Frankie a.s.sured her.  “I’ve heard that out of tune singing before.  No mistaking it.  It’s great to learn you love pu**y that much, Danika.  How did I never know this?”

I shut my eyes, and shook my head, blushing down to my toes.  Even so, I couldn’t stop laughing.  “I lost a bet,” I explained.

I shot Tristan the stink eye, plotting revenge.

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d winked at me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

It was ten minutes later, and I was sniffing a diaper that smelled like an Almond Joy when I pa.s.sed it on to Javier, then reached down into my bag, grabbing my phone.

Danika:  I’m ready for my d.i.c.k pic.  Your ten minutes start now.

I sent it and watched Tristan as he felt his now silenced phone vibrate and reached into his pocket.  He pulled it out and checked the screen.

I was already biting my lips to keep from laughing when he looked up, his eyes wide, and said loudly, “Really!?  Are you f**king kidding me?  You’re doing this now?!”

I was doubled over laughing, but I still managed to nod.

He stormed from the room.  I finally straightened to find everyone looking at me in wide-eyed shock.

Frankie was the only exception to this.  She looked frankly gleeful.  “Wow.  So the crazy train is going full speed ahead, huh?  ‘Bout f**kin’ time.”

I waited about five minutes before I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.  I had one new text.  I checked it, and sure enough, I’d gotten nothing but a picture from Tristan.  It was taken using the mirror in the bathroom, not thirty feet away.

He’d taken his shirt off, and unb.u.t.toned his jeans.  He was giving a very toothy grin to the mirror, one big hand fisting his big c.o.c.k.  He’d gotten himself hard.

I blinked.  I’d done the whole thing because it was funny.  I’d never imagined a d.i.c.k pic could actually be hot.  It looked like he was inviting me to join him in the bathroom, which he probably was.

I ignored the possible invitation, putting my phone away, my face so red I could feel it.

My eyes went nowhere but the crotch of his pants when he came strutting back into the room.  At least he’d gotten a handle on his hard-on, though I wasn’t going to ask how he’d done it.

He raised his brows at me expectantly as he sat down beside me again.  “You get it?”

“It’s not time-stamped.  Do it again.”

I couldn’t keep a straight face when I said it and neither could he.

“You can see that it is in their f**king bathroom,” he said between heaving laughs.  It was a straight belly laugh for him.  My absolute favorite.  I would have gone through h.e.l.l and back to hear that laugh come out of him.

Had gone through it.

Would again.

“The conditions were very clear.  Time.  Stamp.”

He looked around the room, shaking his head in laughing disbelief.  He pointed at me.  “This woman is evil.  Never lose a bet to this woman.  What, do you think I antic.i.p.ated that you’d make me do the picture in this very house, and just happened to have one already taken, in that same bathroom?”

I tapped my imaginary watch.  “Time’s a wastin’.”

“James, do you have a newspaper somewhere?  I need to timestamp a picture.”

James, who was across the room, chatting with Akira, gave Tristan a thoroughly disgusted look.  “Seriously?  You think you need a newspaper to timestamp a photo?  Get out of the stone ages, Tristan.  Just hand me your phone and I’ll do it.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to see this.  Newspaper?”

James stood up and went, I a.s.sumed, to get a newspaper.

Tristan turned his laughing attention back to me.  “You need to erase the other one.  I did not agree to two, and you are being a snot, so I’m not giving you a freebie.”

I looked around, hoping we hadn’t brought too much attention to ourselves, but of course we had.

Still, I looked back at Tristan, smiling at him with my eyes.  “Make me,” I mouthed.

He got up and walked out of the room, headed down the hallway that led to the bathroom.