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“Okay, deal. I think you’ll look real cute in a baby-blue apron.” She grinned at me and I thrust out my hand, shaking on it.
“Bad move, McCauliffe,” LeSean ribbed me. “She beat up on Jesse pretty bad.”
“Eh, I’m not worried,” I said, chalking my cue stick. “I can take her.”
“Uh-huh.” Mars folded his arms, full of confidence in Delaney.
“Ladies first. You break.” I waved magnanimously at the green felt. She sashayed up to the table and bent forward, lining up her stick to make the break. I tried to focus on the balls, not her body, as she gave them a hard thwack. Turned out to be easier said than done as I took in her strong back muscles, the curve of her hips.
“Nice break, Lanie,” Mars said from his position at the high top.
“Thanks.” She didn’t lose focus, just gave a slight nod, plotting her next shot.
“I’ll call solids,” she said, crossing to the right side of the table. “Six ball, corner pocket.” She cued up and hit the shot without hesitation, sinking it. “Four ball, upper left.” Leaning over the table, she drew back her stick. I moved to the right, out of her line of sight, but not before getting a quick glimpse of her black lacy bra as her shirt draped down in the front. Nice.
“Great shot,” LeSean said, his voice filled with awe. I obviously had no fans in this crowd.
“Two ball, right pocket.” Delaney was next to me now, her vanilla scent lingering in the air. She smashed the ball and sunk it.
LeSean whistled. “Damn, dude, you might never even get a turn.”
By now a small crowd had gathered, curious to see who was dumb enough to challenge Delaney to another game of pool. My pulse picked up as I caught several guys eyeing Delaney’s ass. She sunk two more balls, finally missing one by a fraction of an inch.
“Alright, let me show you how it’s done,” I said. I did a slow tour around the table and deliberately brushed against her, tapping her lightly on the hip.
“Right, okay.” She rolled her eyes at me, but I noticed her cheeks flushed pink.
I eyed the table, assessed my most bankable shot. “Four ball, side pocket.”
Drawing back, I took aim at a cluster of balls just to the right of center. There was a loud crack and I connected, scattering the balls and sinking my target.
I stood up, dusted my hand off on my jeans.
“Easy shot,” Delaney said, waving a dismissive hand at the table. She leaned in closer to me and I worked hard to stay focused, even though her cleavage was distracting as hell.
I didn’t reply, just lined up my next shot, took aim, and fired.Thwack. Another ball sunk. Then another and another.
“At least you know how to get it in the hole,” Delaney said in a husky whisper, her lips brushing against my ear. A hot shot of desire ripped through me, my muscles tensing as she moved back into her own space. Now she was playing dirty.
“Three ball, top right pocket,” I said, lining up the shot. It bounced off the rail, sinking into the pocket.
“Tie game,” LeSean said, setting his bottle on the high top.
“Thanks,” I said, rolling my eyes. He wasn’t exactly helping me out here, especially since he kept checking out Delaney.
“You got this, Quinn!” A blonde I vaguely recognized cheered me on. I hoped she didn’t want to chat after this—I definitely didn’t remember her name.
“Seven ball, bottom pocket.” Another ball sunk.
“One more ball for McCauliffe,” LeSean called, as if he were a sports announcer for ESPN.
I took a quick breath, evaluating my options, re-chalked my stick. Bending down to take the shot, I noticed LeSean touching Delaney’s outstretched arm just as I made contact with the balls.
“Sorry, Quinn,” Delaney said, grinning, as my ball hopped. “Looks like I’m up again.” She walked over to me, hips swaying side to side. She had quite a few interested fans now and I didn’t like it one little bit.
“Thought I’d at least give you a chance.”
“You’re such a gentleman,” she smirked, bumping me lightly with her hip. “Scoot over, I need this spot.” Nudging me out of the way, she wiggled her ass right in front of me as she bent over, ready to take her shot.
