“Nah, man. You won’t,” Emilio tells me. “Because I’m helping a brother out by putting you front and center for her. You might hate losing but you want that girl’s attention.”
“No. I don’t,” I mutter. “She’s no one to me.”
Emilio ignores my comment and now it’s Henderson’s shot. He takes aim for the last cup on our side and at the last second, his eyes flick up to mine and I stare him down. He falters and I let a murderous grin wash over my face. My vision tunnels and all I can see is him. His green eyes darken and I know his surroundings are fading away from him. The crowd around us cheers him on.
“Shoot.”
“Shoot.”
“Shoot.”
I narrow my eyes further. His jaw tightens and he shoots but the fucker isn’t looking at the cups. He’s still looking at me like he’s two seconds away from pissing himself.
He misses.
I grin and blink, breaking the stare off between us and he curses.
That’s right, fucker.
It’s my turn so I grab the ball and without any fanfare, I shoot it into one of their three remaining cups. Henderson swears again, downs the cup, and hands the ball to Allie.
She smirks at me, completely in her element, and lands the ball in our final cup. Emilio moans beside me but I know it’s all for show. He couldn't care less whether we win or lose. It's all a game for him. He lives for this kind of shit even if he tries to claim otherwise.
Slowly, making sure to keep my eyes locked on hers, I lift the cup and down the remaining beer.
“You lose,” she says and her satisfaction is clear.
“I did. Guess you better go grab me that bikini of yours,” I tell her.
“Mine?”
I nod and suck in my bottom lip with a nod. “Yeah, vanilla. I want yours.”
“You can have mine,” one of the chicks beside me says.
I lift a brow. “And you are?”
She looks surprised I don’t know who she is, but why would I?
“Silvia. Silvia Parish. I have second period with her.” She reminds me, angling her head toward Allie. Recognition clicks back to when I told her to watch out formy girl.Guess I do know her name after all.
I shrug. “Well, Silvia Parish,” I say, “Thanks. But no thanks. I want Allie’s. Only hers will do.”
Silvia pouts and Allie rolls her eyes. Her annoyance is sexy as hell. “Whatever.Andale pues.”
I don’t think she realizes she told me to hurry up in Spanish, but I like it. I like that it rolls off her tongue like it’s natural. It probably is. And I really fucking like that Henderson has no idea what the fuck she just said. It wasn’t anything sexy. There was no hidden meaning there. But he doesn’t know that.
I make sure to shoulder check him as I shove past to follow Allie.
“Watch it, Henderson,” I say so low only he can hear. “I wouldn’t get in my way.”
His jaw locks and I wait, making sure he gets my meaning.
It takes longer than I like, but eventually, he nods.Good.
I follow Allie through the crowd of people, shoving against bodies when they get too close. This is why we don’t open up our cabin. I don’t like people in my space.
She leads me back to a bedroom and as soon as I step inside the dimly lit room, I shut the door. I exhale in relief and Allie laughs. “Not one for crowds?” she asks.
