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“Is that right?” He took a step closer, narrowing the space between us even more.
At five foot eight, most men stood only a few inches above me, but not him. I’d have a crick in my neck if I had to look up at him for a long period. But I refused to drop my gaze first.
“Your turn, Donovan,” Kyran said, breaking through the stare-off. Donovan, still looking at me, put his beer down.
“To be continued.”
I watched him take his shot, devouring an ass that should be outlawed in the jeans he wore. I couldn’t help it. But in a rush, the reason I was here became akin to someone dumping a cold bucket of water over my head.
“Your turn,” Donovan said to me once he’d finished. And oh, that look.
Fuck.
My grip on the situation slipped a little more. Doing this kind of thing when I experienced every butterfly flutter, craved every touch, wasn’t something I’d come across before, and I had no clue how to deal with it. Usually, I could easily detach from my mark and do the job. But not now. And not with him.
I focused on the shot to stop my wily arms from wanting to wrap around his neck so I could give him a hickey.
You’re not in high school, Savannah. Grow up and deal with the job at hand.
Yeah, right. I was out of my depth and I knew it. But I had no choice. My uncle had no choice. My vajayay vibes just needed to cool it and allow me to grasp and stay on higher ground.
I stepped up my game and took advantage of the white ball being close to Donovan. He didn’t move, and I didn’t expect him to. I also didn’t want him to do so. Not only because my ass wanted to get close to his junk, but because it would help with the reason I was here.
Seduction.
Then the kidnapping.
Holy shit, was I about to kidnap someone?
My plan hit me like a battering ram to the brain. Usually, I’d lure someone. Honey trap them. And they followed soon enough, believing the lies I sold, but with Donovan, I’d planned on drugging the poor sap. What was I on?
Panic came then, the reality clawing at me. I needed to find another plan.
Or maybe just get Donovan close enough to Gideon where I could do the exchange? If it went south, I could alert his friends, and help him out once Will was clear.
Yes.
Two birds. One stone.
I could do that.
I think.
No. Don’t think. If you think, you’ll back out, and Will gets a bullet in his brain.
A calmness took over me. One that numbed me to what I had to do. That helped. I had to shut down, save my uncle, and somehow keep Donovan safe along the way. Unless he turned out to be the evil murderer Gideon claimed him to be. Then I’d have no qualms drugging him, right?
I gripped hard onto the cue, channeling my inner sex goddess so my brain would just shut the fuck up. I leaned over the table, wiggled my ass a little, and stretched out like a languid cat. My butt stopped at Donovan’s crotch and I stilled. But he didn’t move.
Everything inside me flared like a fever. I couldn’t explain it. I’d come across hot guys before, danced a little, horizontally and vertically depending on the mood and the man, but I’d never reacted like this, so eager, so desperate for a guy’s touch. But I wanted Donovan’s. I wanted his fingers on me like I craved oxygen.
I took a shitty shot so I could stand again and get my balance.It’s just the pressure of the situation, that’s all.
The ball hit the cushion, and I stood straighter, clearing my throat, ready to face him. I was about to say something witty, to show he didn’t affect me as much as he did and try to take control of the situation. But before I could do so, he came up behind me and gripped my waist. His breath tickled my ear, his voice low and caressing. “The next time you bend over in front of me like with your luscious ass, sweet Savannah, you’d better be naked.”
Let’s just say I didn’t have to pretend a bad pool performance after that.
