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“You have the memory of a goldfish.”
“You stayed in your room,” I said innocently. “With the wall between us, I couldn’t see what I was doing. I might have been kneading a roll of pasta dough for all I knew.”
Donovan rolled the cue stick in his fingers. “Pasta dough isn’t thathard.”
“You’re the chef, not me.” I grinned and made my shot, knocking another ball into the corner pocket.
“Uh oh,” Donovan said. “Three in a row.”
“Getting scared?” I teased.
He flashed a grin. “Not even a little bit.”
“In that case, how about we make this interesting?”
“I’m listening,” he said in his deep, rumbling voice.
“Whoever loses this game,” I said slowly, “has to dowhateverthe other person wants.”
He leaned on his pool cue and raised a dark eyebrow. “Anything?”
“Anything,” I agreed.
Donovan nodded. “All right. You’ve got yourself a bet.”
I strolled around the table. I was wearing a sun dress today, the one thatreallyhugged the curves of my hips and ass, and I made sure to bend over while lining up my shot. I could feel Donovan’s eyes on me as I slowly moved the pool cue back and forth, then gently hit the ball. It rolled across the table and hit its target, but the ball didn’t drop into the pocket.
“Damn.”
Donovan surveyed the table with his steel-grey eyes, then bent over to line up a shot. As a matter of fact,hisass looked pretty good in his jeans too. I couldn’t help but remember how his body felt on the balcony, holding me against him while his fingers slid inside of me…
Donovan’s pool stick flashed, knocking a ball into the corner pocket.
“Nice shot,” I said.
He didn’t respond to my compliment. His eyes were already scanning the table like a predator, looking for his next victim. He locked onto a ball on my side of the table. As he leaned down and closed one eye to line up his shot, I casually pulled my top down to show a little more cleavage, and then bent forward. My breasts looked amazing from his angle. Surelythatwould distract him.
Donovan leaned low, skillfully maneuvering the pool cue. His muscles tensed and the cue ball flashed across the table, hitting another ball with a loudCLACK. The ball bounced off a rail and then hissed into the side pocket.
“Wow,” I said with genuine surprise. “That looked much harder than I expected.”
He gave me an evil grin as he immediately lined up his next shot.
I watched in horror as Donovan sank another ball, then another, thenanother. Some of them were awfully difficult and required him to bank shots off the rails. But the way he played, he made it look easy.
He sank seven shots in a row, and then all he had left was the eight ball. Donovan hit the cue ball, and before it had even rolled across the table he was walking away to grab his Jack and Coke. He gulped it down as the eight ball gently fell into the side pocket, ending the game.
I gawked at him in disbelief. “You hustled me!”
He grinned. “There was a bar next to the diner where I worked. I always played a couple of games before starting my shift. On good nights I made more money playing pool than I did during my entire cooking shift.”
“But the other night when we played…”
“I told you I was rusty. It’s not my fault you made a bet before you knew how good I was.” He rested his stick against the wall and approached. “Now, as for what I won…”
Part of me had hoped I would lose. I wanted him totakewhat he wanted. No more fooling around or beating around the bush, so to speak. I held my breath as he approached me with hunger in his eyes.
I tilted my head up and puckered my lips, waiting for the kiss I so desperately needed. He had kissed me on the neck the other night, but we still hadn’t shared arealkiss on the lips. Now, with Donovan gazing down at me mere inches away, filling my nose with his scent, there was nothing in the world I wanted more than for him to crush his lips against mine.
