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“Sounds like fun to me.” Cilian’s gaze shifts from me to wait for the other two to respond.
Humor dances in Luke’s eyes, like he knows I’m up to some new mischief. But I know he’ll play along. “Alright,” he agrees.
Zach does too a moment later, and I know the flicker of doubt across his face stems from the loyalty he feels toward my father. Though they haven’t been close in years, I know he wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize their friendship.
But it’s just a little fun. And as far as I’m concerned, my dad never needs to knowwhoof his high and mighty friends is willing to play with me. Only that they’re just as down to party hard as I am.
“Great.” Once again, I bend over the pool table, settling into what I know is a provocative pose as I line the cue ball up with the lowest number. It connects smoothly with the one, and a second later, I’ve pocketed two balls on my first turn. “One more rule?” I suggest. “Just to properly motivate you.”
“I think ye’ve already accomplished that, but go ahead,” Cilian says, his eyes bright.
“Anytime you miss a shot, you have to remove an article of clothing.”
“Mia,” Zach says, his expression conflicted when I turn to look at him.
“What? You don’t have to play if you don’t want to. It’s just a bit of fun.” I twirl a lock of my long blonde hair around a finger in my best display of innocence.
But I can feel the energy in the room shifting, the low hum of anticipation that charges the air. Three gorgeous older men—all hovering right around the age of forty-five and dressed in some of the sexiest costumes known to man—and a twenty-three-year-old with her boobs pushed up to her ears and a nurse’s outfit that barely covers her bubble butt. The situation couldn’t be more perfect.
With an agonized groan, Zach concedes. “Of course I want to play.”
I flash him another smile. “Good.”
Their eyes follow the line of my body down to my hips this time as I bend to line up my next shot.
“Are you going to let any of us play?” Luke teases when my third ball sinks into a side pocket.
“Maybe.” But I’m too cocky, and this time, my intended ball bounces off the felt edge and rolls back toward the center of the pool table.
“Pity,” Cilian says, though his eyes comb curiously down my body to silently assess what I might choose to take off.
With a pointed gaze, I reach up to unpin the nurse’s hat from my head. Cilian’s smile is wicked as he watches me with unabashed enjoyment.
Luke’s up next, and he sinks two more balls before missing his third. “Any requests?” he teases as his fingers grip the top of his cowboy hat to take it off.
I play along. “Definitely the shirt.”
In truth, I’ve been dying to see what lies beneath that red plaid. And to my delight, Luke actually releases his hat to slowly unbutton it. My mouth goes dry as his chiseled pecs and sculpted abs come into view for the first time. He’s always had a strong build beneath his dress shirts and fine suits. But damn. I hadn’t expectedthatmuch muscle.
His bulging arms could almost put Cilian’s athletic build to shame, and the Irish hottie looks far from weak in his law enforcement getup. Luke tosses his shirt aside, his lips twitching into a cocky grin when he catches my mouth hanging open. I quickly snap it shut, my skin flushing.
And I quickly turn to watch Cilian play.
Luke left him with a terrible shot, as the cue ball rests squarely behind the nine. But the Irishman seems less than concerned as he aims directly at it. With a sharp jab, Cilian manages to bounce the cue ball over the nine entirely, and to my stunned amazement, it powers into the lowest ball on the table, sending it and a second ball rolling into a pocket one after the other.
Then he aims for a third ball. He sinks that one, too, a moment later.
“Oh, bloody hell!” His hand flies up in the air as the cue ball follows the number six into the pocket. He snatches the cop hat off his head, tossing it aside before his fingers comb into his dirty blond hair.
“It was almost a beautiful shot.” I giggle, covering my smile with my fingers.
“Ya shoulda seen me befar I started drinkin’,” he jokes.
Zach takes his position at the table, setting himself up for an easy shot with the ball in hand, and he sinks it. Then he lines up for the next shot, with only the nine remaining.
“Oh, sure, we do all the work, and then you just slip in right at the end and steal the glory?” Luke teases.
“That’s right,” Zach agrees and hits the cue ball.
