She follows my line of sight and grins. “Probably the same thing we are. Having fun. Relax. You’re just Anita right now. That’s all they see.”
“Yeah. Right. Just Anita.”
“Come on,” Nina says, and before I can protest, she’s dragging me over.
“What are you two doing out here?” Nina calls out. “Thought you’d be home counting your money or whatever rich guys do.”
They both glance up, and their gazes land on me immediately.
The weight of their attention is physical. Heat floods my face, my chest, and I’m suddenly very aware of how tight my jeans are, how much skin is showing above my waistband, how low-cut this crop top is.
Mason’s eyes widen slightly, traveling from my face down to my boots and back up again, lingering on every exposed inch.
Dylan’s grin is pure addiction. “Anita. Damn.”
We move closer, have to in order to hear over the music, and suddenly I’m standing right in front of them, Nina beside me, and I can smell them.
Warm cinnamon, baked apple, and fresh forest from Mason. Wild honey and campfire from Dylan. It’s intoxicating, wrapping around me, making my head spin pleasantly.
“Didn’t expect to see you guys here,” I manage, trying to sound casual.
“Could say the same,” Mason adds. “You look incredible, by the way. Really stunning.”
“Thanks.” I’m blushing now, feeling the heat creeping up my neck. “You both clean up pretty nice too.”
“We try,” Dylan says with a wink.
“Nothing like bragging,” Nina adds, and we both smirk.
There’s a pause, and then Mason’s expression shifts slightly. “So. Jasper and you last night.”
My heart skips. What do they know? “He was very sweet.”
Dylan is grinning now, and there’s something knowing in his expression. “That’s one word for it.”
Oh God. They know. Of course they know. Jasper told them about the kiss.
I’m blushing so hard now that I probably look like a tomato. “It was a nice walk home.”
They’re both trying not to laugh, and I want to disappear into the floor.
“You want to play?” Mason asks, gesturing to the pool table. “Make it interesting? You two against us?”
“Sounds intriguing,” Nina answers.
“But there’s a house rule here.” Dylan grins sinfully. “If you lose without pocketing a single ball, and we clear the table? Losers have to drop their pants and run around the table.”
“Are you insane?” I stare at them. “I’m not doing that.”
“Sounds great!” Nina says immediately. “Challenge accepted.”
“Nina!”
“What? Live a little.” She’s nudging me now, clearly loving this, then takes another big drink of her cocktail. “Besides, we just have to make sure we’re not going to lose.”
“I haven’t played pool in ages,” I say, not having been challenged since college.
“Neither have I,” Nina admits cheerfully.
