“See, here’s the part that you forget, Lane,” she said. “I don’t need to distract you if you don’t ever get a shot.”
She lined up from the far corner, knocked the cue ball into the five ball, and smirked at me as it landed in the hole.Shit. I severely underestimated her.
“Well, don’t let me distract you then,” I said, unbuttoning the buttons on my long sleeve shirt.
Underneath it, a firm chest and the outline of my upper abs popped out. I saw Angela trying not to look, but she couldn’t help herself. Her next shot hit the seven ball, but it ricocheted right where it would have gone in. Now it was my turn to take over—granted, down three, but that was nothing compared to some of the situations I had found myself in before.
“I guess I distracted you, huh?” I said.
“Bad players resort to bad tactics,” she said with a playful shrug.
Boy, this is picking up steam real quick, huh? Like we both knew this was heading in this direction from the beginning, and we just needed the excuse to break down the barriers.
“We’ll see.”
To prove the point, I didn’t even look at her as I proceeded to tie the game, leaving us each with four balls before going for the eight ball. I did this despite having my bum shoulder, forced to using my arm as a sort of dummy block instead of an active part of the game.
“Are you going to try and distract me?” I said with a wink.
“Nope,” she said. “I know that the pressure is on you right now. If I lose, I’m supposed to lose to a biker.”
“Oh? A shark would never say that.”
“What would a shark say?”
The thought that came to mind was one that I honestly would have suppressed if it had appeared even three minutes before, but now that my emotions and my lust were controlling me, it was one I didn’t even bother to censor at all.
“From here on out, in addition to the drink,” I said dramatically. “The winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser.”
“Oh?” Angela said.
Her face blushed. I smiled at her and narrowed my eyes. It was the perfect setup for what would come after the game.
“Here in the bar, of course,” I said. “It has to be done immediately after the game ends, within five seconds. You catch my drift?”
I knew she did. She was trying to play coy a little bit, but I knew she knew what I meant. She couldn’t help herself—her expression gave her away.
“Okay,” she said, lips pursed with a head nod. “You got yourself a deal.”
It was all I needed to hear. I then got the next three balls in before I finally missed on the last one, giving Angela a chance to make a rally.
And boy, rally she did. We were so intensely focused on the game that neither of us said a word. Of course, that didn’t mean we didn’t try and distract the other. Our eyes were locked in on the other. If either of us had looked up from our shots, they would have seen an attractive member of the opposite sex gazing at them with what could only be called “come hither” eyes.
Angela got all the way down to clearing all the solids, leaving her with just the eight ball. I still hadn’t said anything, but now, this far into the game, I finally let her hear something.
“Don’t choke,” I said with a smirk.
She looked at me, arched an eyebrow, and called out the far-left corner pocket for her to sink the ball. She lined up her cue, took a few seconds, shot... and missed.
I could have sworn by the way that she missed that she had done so on purpose. The look on her face was not exactly one of true frustration, either, leading me to believe that she wanted me to do whatever it was I was planning to do.
I already knew what that was, of course. I just didn’t want to spoil the fun so early.
I sunk my one striped ball remaining, but it didn’t give me a great angle to work with. I decided to play the bounce on the far side, hoping for a table-length sinking of a shot. I called it out, and Angela looked at me with the most seductive eyes I’d seen yet.
“Let’s see if you got the skills to back up your talk,” she said.
Oh, you have no idea.
