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Roll For Initiative
LOVE GAMES
BOOK ONE
ABBY KNOX
Roll For Initiative
Dakota
A road trip is just what I need to avoid my problems.
For today, I’m going to have some fun in a new town. Diner food, retail therapy, and a massive distraction in the form of a
six-foot-four gamer nerd named Dean? Yes please.
I know I should go home and tell my parents the truth.
But I’m not ready to tell them I don’t want to be a journalist.
They won’t love that.
And there’s one more teensy problem: my parents are really not going to love the idea of me spending time with an older,
protective guy I barely know.
But those conversations can wait until tomorrow.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
More by Abby Knox
About the Author
1
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I stand in front of the mirror and go down the mental list before returning to the shop.
Showered and shaved? Check.
Clothes and fingernails fresh and free from any serial killer vibes? Check.
Squinting at my reflection, I frown. Don’t know if I can stop giving grumpy, skittish asshole, but this is the best I can do for
now.
I head downstairs and wonder if all that grooming was in vain, because let’s be real. There’s no way that lady is coming
back to my store. Not with the way I looked at her.
Then again, there’s something about a shower that can fix what ails you.
It’ll take a lot more than a shower to fix what’s wrong with me, but at least I can’t smell myself now.
Deep in thought, I push in through the back alley door and crash into something that most definitely should not be there.
Correction: not something. Someone.
My brain registers the mop of brown curly hair, pink T-shirt, and the soft body that bounces off me and stumbles backward.
“Whoa!” I shout, instinctively reaching out and grabbing the person’s arm to steady them. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” she says, shoving a lock of hair out of her face. “But customers should go through the door on Main Street.”
Did I…walk into the rear door of the wrong shop?
Recognition hits us both at the same time.
The eyes. The hair. That smile. It’s her.
“Customers?” I ask, squinting.
Her face turns to complete mischief. “Or mannequin molesters.”
Shit, what is happening?
I try to laugh it off, but I only manage a sneer. “I’m the owner.”
“Oh. Well, nice to meet you. I’m Dakota.”
Dakota.
She blinks up at me. “And you are?”
“Dean. What are you doing in my stock room?” I ask, more growly than intended.
“Working.”
“On what? Stealing shit?”
I didn’t have “make a citizen’s arrest of a stock-room pillager” on today’s bingo card—or game master’s guide, as it were
—but here we are.
The girl named Dakota pinches the bridge of her nose. “Clearly there is a communication problem here as well as a
branding problem.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s start over. Hi,” she says, thrusting out a manicured hand. “I’m Dakota, your new brand manager.”
I put it together that Rhys or Forrest, or both of them, hired her on the spot in the time it took for me to take a shower.
“What’s a brand manager?” I ask flatly, trying to work on my smile without baring my teeth like a weirdo.
She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, clearly trying not to look impatient.
“It’s a person who helps you tweak things here and there so you don’t get walk-ins from folks looking for dildos.”
“Excuse me?”
Just then, the front bell rings, and I hear Forrest’s awkward greeting, followed by, “Yes, I was wondering if you have any
furry handcuffs.”
Dakota locks eyes with me and raises an eyebrow.
“Oh. So you do want to start stocking adult toys.”
“No.”
“Pornography?”
“No,” I say firmly, transfixed by her pert little eyebrow. I must have moved in closer to her without realizing it because
now I can smell her scent…spicy and creamy and so tempting it puts filthy ideas in my head.
“Building a sex dungeon?”
“What? No! And I’m not a mannequin molester.”
Dakota shrugs. “Hey, pal, whatever kink you’re into is fine with me, just maybe keep that to the stock room, and don’t do it
in the window. We’re working on rebranding, remember?”
My feet move closer, and she doesn’t back away. “What makes you think we’re a sex store?” Probably the Clan of the
Cave Bear cosplay shit that Forrest set out in the window display is my guess, but I want to hear it from her.
“Love Games? Come on, man.”
I smirk. “Love is my last name.”
“Dean Love. That’s cute,” she replies, pursing her lips as her eyes travel from my gaze to my mouth to my chest and back
up again. “But a terrible name for a game store.”
“Really.”
“Yes.”
“And I suppose you have a better idea.”
She bounces on the balls of her feet and beams at me. “Plenty. My brain is on fire with ideas.”
“Let’s hear it,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, amused.
“What about The Game Forrest?”
I knit my brow and scoff. “Forrest? He’s not the owner.”
“Right, but he totally let the cat out of the bag that he won the lottery and used some of his winnings to help you open this
store. In the world of branding, that kind of dough gets naming rights,” she explains, looking triumphant.
I stew on this, but I can’t prevent the low grumble that bubbles up from my chest.
“Fine. You don’t like The Game Forrest,” she says, tapping a pretty finger against a juicy bottom lip while I try not to
drool. “Your other friend had a good idea. Rhys’s Rec Room.”
“That’s terrible. Also, he’s a silent partner.”
She smiles again, like she already won this argument. God, she’s adorable. And annoying. “A silent partner who also
happens to have partially funded this dream of yours with money left to him by an elderly neighbor who was a low-key distant
member of the Vanderbilt family.”
“How fucking long was I in the shower? Did I go through a portal and come back eight days later? Those guys don’t talk
about that shit,” I grumble.
Dakota shrugs. “They did with me.”
“Wow, did you and the boys exchange friendship bracelets too?”
“Maybe. Why? You jealous?”
I step in closer and say the truth. The whole truth about myself for the first time in four years. “Yes.”
Her eyes flash with interest, but she quickly packs that up under a mask of indifference. “How could you be jealous when
you just met me? And considering you don’t seem to be a huge fan of what I’m doing here?”
“Dakota,” I say, rolling her name around in my mouth, liking how it feels. “It’s a small town, but I don’t think I’ve seen you
around before,” I say.
“Nice change of subject.”
“Thank you.”
She asks, “How would you know I’m new in Fate?”
“I’d remember you.”
She blushes but doesn’t seem put off.
“Besides,” I say, happy to have her eyes back on me, “I saw you in Ruby’s about an hour ago, and everyone in town was
practically planning our wedding.”
This is equivalent to rolling for damage when coming face to face with a dragon, and I’m only wearing leather armor.
But what do I have to lose? I’ve already lost five years of my life being a sullen asshole.
I wait for her to react badly, but she leans in at the same time I lean in.
“Interesting town,” Dakota says huskily.
Her hand goes to my stomach, giving me a jolt of lightning.
“Some might call it pathological,” I say.
“Potato, potahto,” she whispers, tilting her face up.
Our lips meet in a warm kiss that marks the beginning. Her sunshine is doing its magic on the ice that surrounds my heart.
Dakota’s lips are soft and searching, and her hand on my stomach fists my T-shirt to pull me closer.
I don’t know which one of us deepens the kiss first; all I know is her lips part, and she darts the tip of her tongue out to
meet mine. She’s soft and sweet as she presses our bodies together, releasing my shirt and snaking her hand around my lower
back. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and she tastes like cinnamon and sugar. Her arms go around my ribcage and pull me
closer, like she owns me. Raw need builds in me that I’ve never felt for anyone before.
I pull away from the kiss to search her eyes, to make sure this is what she wants. And to make sure this is really happening
and I haven’t been cudgeled into dreamland by some highwaymen. I really need to spend less time with my head in fantasy
games.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I…I don’t have the slightest idea,” I reply.
We both laugh.
“Maybe because you want to kiss me other places,” she tries.
Wow. And yes please.
“I don’t even know your last name,” I rasp.
“Chapman. You want my social so you can run a criminal background check before we go any further?”
“No. And I’m still not changing the name of the store.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Hey, look at that,” I say, leaning in close, inhaling the scent below her ear.
“Look at what?” Dakota asks.
“A spot I haven’t kissed yet.” She shivers against me as I brush some loose hair out of the way.
“Keep distracting me from my job and the guys will fire me,” she rasps as I press one soft, open-mouth kiss against her
throat.
“I’m your boss. Me.”
“Okay.”
“Say it,” I demand, slowly working my mouth over the luscious flesh where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Whatever you say, boss.”
“That’s better.”
Any thought of how wrong this is, how I don’t even know how old she is, how she’s my employee, how we just met
seconds ago—seem very silly and dim next to the importance of what’s happening here.
Every touch, every kiss propels me closer and closer to the meaning of my life.
Dramatic much? You don’t run a game store without enjoying a little melodrama once in a while.
I back her against the wall, taking her hands from my back and pinning them above her head.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Showing you who’s boss,” I say, plucking at the button of her jeans with my free hand.
Dakota rolls her pelvis forward.
“You like being pinned against the wall, don’t you?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’ll look pretty when you come all over my hand.”
She inhales sharply. “Oh god I’m so happy I ghosted Old Mike.”
I free the button and unzip her jeans, snaking my hand down the front. I don’t know who Old Mike is, but she’s going to
forget he exists.
I let my mouth travel back up her throat slowly before taking her lips in another warm, slow, wet kiss. Dakota squirms
under my firm hold. I pull back to check on her.
Breathless, she asks, “Why do you keep stopping?”
“’Cause you’re cute and kind of a bossy-pants, and I want to see how you look when you lose control.”
She bites her lip, rolling her hips forward, grinding against my teasing hand. When I slide my hand a little lower, her
panties are soaked through. I groan as my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans.
I slide my hand lower and tug the gusset of her panties to the side, petting the soft cleft of her pussy. Dakota’s flushed lips
part at the contact.
I can’t stand not kissing her, feeling her bruised lips on mine. She moans into my mouth, but enough that anyone just outside
the stock room will know what’s going on in here.
We should hurry this up, but damn, I need more time.
Her sweetness gushes through my fingers, and I lean in to whisper in her ear, “If you’re real, real quiet, I’ll give you an
employee discount.”
“Oh shit,” she rasps as my fingers slide between her folds with a light, teasing touch.
One exploring digit sinks inside her core, and she gasps. I shush her sexy little noises with my mouth as she trembles
around my probing middle finger.
I thumb her clit and add another finger into her heat.
Dakota’s pretty brow furrows with the effort not to scream.
God, she’s beautiful, and I can’t wait to get her upstairs so she can holler all she wants.
It doesn’t take long for her to squeak out the prettiest little orgasm of all time.
Her warm pussy pulses with pleasure, her mouth agape.
“Fuck, I knew it. I knew you’d be pretty when you came.”
Both of us breathless and dazed, I unpin her wrists.
“Time to go back to work,” I say. She grins and cutely blows a stray strand of hair from her eyes.
Before I let her go completely, I bring one of Dakota’s hands to my mouth, pressing my lips against the center of her palm.
“What was that for?”
“Just to let you know you’re mine.”
I watch her go, steadying herself against the door jamb as she returns to work.
Yeah, I’m feeling pretty proud of myself.
Forrest and Rhys love to tell me to get back into dating. Make an effort.
So that’s what I’m doing.
I barely know her, but I know she is everything I’ve been missing in life.
And if I don’t take the initiative, if I don’t roll the dice, I’m going to miss out on the biggest hidden treasure of all.
5
D
akota
Author: C. Apstein
Friedrich Borcherding
Stephan Clessin
Paul Kramer
E. Schmidt-Schwedt
Arthur Seligo
Friedrich Zschokke
Language: German
Süsswassers.
Die
Tier- und Pflanzenwelt
des
Süsswassers.
Einführung in das Studium derselben.
Unter Mitwirkung von
Dr. C. Apstein (Kiel), Fr. Borcherding (Vegesack), S. Clessin
(Ochsenfurt), Prof. Dr. F. A. Forel (Morges, Schweiz), Prof. Dr. A. Gruber
(Freiburg i. Br.), Prof. Dr. P. Kramer (Halle a. d. S.), Prof. Dr. P. Ludwig
(Greiz), Dr. W. Migula (Karlsruhe), Dr. L. Plate (Marburg), Dr. E.
Schmidt-Schwedt (Berlin), Dr. A. Seligo (Danzig), Dr. J. Vosseler
(Tübingen), Dr. W. Weltner (Berlin) und Prof. Dr. F. Zschokke (Basel)
herausgegeben
von
Zweiter Band
Leipzig
Verlagsbuchhandlung von J. J. Weber
1891
Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Vorwort.
Seite
I. Die Hydrachniden (Wassermilben). Von Prof. Dr.
P. K r a m e r in Halle.
Geschichtliches. — Stellung der Süsswassermilben zu den
übrigen Milben. — Beschreibung der äussern Gestalt von
Piona flavescens. — Die hauptsächlichsten inneren Organe
der Hydrachnidae. — Die typischen Gruppen der
Wassermilben, durch Beispiele erläutert. — Geographische
Verbreitung und Lebensweise. — Entwickelung, erläutert an
Nesaea fuscata, Diplodontus filipes und Hydrachna globosa.
— Anhang: Tabelle zur Bestimmung der bis jetzt
unterschiedenen Gattungen 1–50