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Now that she's here, I don't want her to leave. Fuck, who am I kidding? SHE’S PERFECT ETC>
“Your call.” I hand her the pool cue. "Why don't you take the break shot."
Her eyes light up. "Don't mind if I do."
Every man in the bar gets a glimpse of her thighs as she spins toward the table. Thank fuck the dress doesn't ride high enough to see her plush ass, and she's wearing thick tights to keep out the winter cold.
She bends forward, makes a bridge, and plays the shot.
Like a sentinel, I lean against the wall behind her with my arms crossed and a menacing scowl.
"Great shot,” I tell her as we stand side by side, keeping an eye on the competition.
"Thanks. I haven’t played for a long time. I forgot how much fun it is.”
She laughs and snorts simultaneously, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. I was watching her earlier, she's only had a few drinks, but they've gone to her head.
"I'm Easton."
"Ivy." Her hand is warm and soft, but her handshake is firm.
"Ivy, can you do me a favor and play my turn? I flew in from LA a couple of hours ago, and there wasn't much to eat on the plane. I didn't expect to be spending the night here, and I’m starving."
"I was on that flight too!" Her gaze sharpens, and she looks at me differently now that she knows I'm not one of the locals.
Swiping a laminated menu off a nearby table, I quickly scan it and pass it to her. "We're stuck here, so we may as well make the most of it. What can I get you to eat?"
She rolls her eyes. "I'm not sure. I have a gluten allergy."
At the rate she was devouring pretzels at the bar, at best, I'd guess a mild intolerance.
"You have a gluten allergy?" I chuckle. "That's so unusual to hear from someone living in LA."
Knowing I've caught her out making a lifestyle choice, her lips curve into a smile."I'll have fries and a club soda, thanks."
Ivy continues playing, but I watch her closely while I wait at the bar. I return in time to watch her sink the winning shot. Our eyes meet, and her face lights up. She throws her hands in the air and skips to the table where I placed our food and drinks.
"Great job." I lightly pat her shoulder and offer her the basket of fries.
"Thanks."She pops a couple of fries in her mouth, chewing slowly and eyeing me with interest.
I keep my gaze fixed on the fries in front of me as I drink my beer. "Are you ditching me for a better team?"
Ivy laughs and shakes her head. "I can't figure you out. You're the only guy who doesn't want to talk to me. People are chill around you, and even the bar staff like you."
"Is that right?"
She’s been watching and paying attention, which strokes my ego and sends a surge of blood down south.
"Whatever this thing is you have going on," she says, waving her hand around as though she's conjuring magic.
"What thing?"
"Your mojo. I don't know what it is, but people like you."
"It's not a secret, Ivy. Everyone else is pushy."
"And you're not."
