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“Beat me and I’ll triple it.” The words were out before I could stop myself.
I should’ve taken it back, told her she should head home too, but I didn’t. Against my better judgment, I took a step forward and taunted her. “Beat me at darts, and I’ll double that.”
We’d be an even match at pool, but at darts, it was anyone's game.
Her eyes widened, and for a split second I thought she was going to walk away from my offer. She shifted on her feet and chewed the inside of her cheek adorably before stepping forward and offering me her hand.
It was so small compared to mine, and the moment she wrapped her small hand around mine, images of what it would look like wrapped around my cock flitted through my mind, and I knew I was past the point of no return. There would be no passing go, no collecting two hundred dollars. The alcohol and memories of my past had officially eviscerated my morals, and there was no doubt I’d be paying her by the end of the night. Maybe not with cold hard cash, but I would be losing something. I only prayed it was something I could afford.
She stepped back and reached inside her bra. I tried not to stare at the lacy black fabric that poked out as she pulled out a fifty and handed it back to Hank’s friend.
“Now get the fuck out of here,” I snapped, my eyes never leaving her.
Hank and his buddy finished their drinks and headed for the hotel, mumbling about what a tease she was. It took every bit of willpower not to punish them for their words.
When they were gone from the pub and everyone else went back to minding their own business, she whipped her gaze toward me. “What the hell was that? I lost a hundred bucks because of you!”
I reached across and picked up the pool cue from where it leaned on a chair and placed it back on the table. “And you stand to make double that.”
Determination and rage burned in her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed.
I smirked. That’s right, Firefly, hate me, it will make it that much easier to walk away from you after I’ve ruined both of us.
CHAPTER THREE
NATE
The way her ass filled out those daisy dukes was a sin. Not that I should have been looking, but at that point I was already going to hell for every thought I had at the hands of this woman.
My mind and my cock had two very different ideas about how this game was going to go.
Both were equally terrible.
“Grab us a set of darts and I’ll get us another round,” I offered, trying to focus on anything other than the way her body made me want to forget who I was.
Leave, my conscience warned again.
But I couldn’t… though I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking, or something deeper.
She looked over her shoulder and shook her head. “If you think I’m drinking anything you give me, you are sorely mistaken.”
“Good girl,” I whispered as she picked up the darts and started back toward me.
A delicious pink tinged her cheeks at my praise, but she was quick to cover it with banter.
“I’m really not,” she said, her smile widening into a wicked smirk. “I’d just rather not wake up in a bathtub with my kidneys missing.”
I chuckled. Only this woman would jump from being roofied to missing kidneys. Never mind the fact she could be taken advantage of by any number of men in this bar—aside from me.
Well, at least the version of me that existed hours ago. The man currently holding my brain hostage wanted to do wicked things to her. I just had more morals than most.
At least I used to.
She dropped the darts on the table and tilted her head, her hair falling over her shoulder. “You should do that more, you know.”
“What’s that?”
“Smile, laugh. Anything to show off those dimples.” Her eyes narrowed on the aforementioned dimples, and she stared as if she was committing them to memory before turning and sauntering toward the bar.
