Page 43 of Dirty Pool

And that crop top?

Showing off her bare tummy?

A navel he’d like to lick?

“What are you doing here?” he asked her.

Gabbie came up alongside the table, and shrugged one shoulder. “They talk a lot—my da’s people, I mean. I guess they’re watching you. You frequent this place, huh? They mentioned it when I was around the other night, and I figured … if I had time, I wanted to come and say hello.”

Michel blinked.

They were watching him?

Still?

Fuck.

“And what, you thought it’d be smart to come find me?”

Gabbie smiled. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not smart.”

Nothing was, lately.

He liked seeing her there, though. She reminded him of sweetness and sex. All rolled in one fantastic package that was probably going to get him killed.

Yeah, Michel was the smart one. Except when it came to this woman, apparently.

“You want to play a game?” he asked.

Gabbie’s eyes brightened. “Absolutely.”

EIGHT

“Do you want to rack?” Michel asked.

Gabbie took the pool cue he offered, acutely aware that the man who he’d been playing before had slipped away from the table without a word. Michel didn’t seem like he was missing the man’s presence, either. Likely not a friend, then.

“You can,” she replied.

Michel shrugged those broad shoulders of his, and beneath the silk dress shirt, the action made his back muscles move in the best way. In a breath, Gabbie was reminded of what it felt like to have her fingernails digging into that back of his as he was working to make her see God as she came.

Yep.

She went there fast.

“Lady’s choice,” Michel said, tossing her a wink.

It was to her benefit, anyway. She got a nice view of his arse, and the back of his shoulders flexed as he leaned over the table to set the triangle up. Those jeans hugging his backside drew in her gaze, and she didn’t even try to hide the fact that she’d been staring when Michel stood straight and turned around to glance at her.

In fact, she winked.

Michel chuckled, and pointed his pool cue in her direction. “Ladies go first.”

“You racked the balls.”

“I didn’t play you last game and win, though. It’s a new score card.”