Page 26 of In Spades

Goddamn—she was playing dirty.

“No tricks here.” I raised my hands in surrender. “I promise”

She giggled and hit me with innocent doe eyes. “I can’t say the same.”

I stared at her suspiciously. “How many drinks have you had?”

“Enough to make me fun, but not enough to make me lose.”

“Well,” I said, resting my pool stick against the wall. My dick strained against my jeans as I moved behind her. I leaned over and planted my hands on the edge of the table, caging her in with my arms. “Maybe I’ll play dirtier.”

Kristin arched her back and pushed her ass out, teasing my crotch. My grip on the pool table turned deadly. She broke the triangle and pocketed two solids.

“Look at you.” I chuckled. “You gonna hustle me, Sunshine?”

She gave a satisfied smirk but missed her next shot.

I dropped a stripe into the corner pocket. “Are we putting money on this?”

Kristin shook her head, walking around to the other side of the table to pick out her next move. “Loser buys the next drink?”

“I’m done drinking for the night. I don’t want to be stumbling into the inn.”

“You had one beer,” she countered.

I stood beside her and leaned my ass against the table while she lined up a shot. “Apparently, a certain housekeeper thinks I’m nearly forty.”

Kristin fumbled and missed her shot.

“What do you think?” I asked, dropping two more stripes into the side pockets. “Does a silver fox like me still have game?”

She bit her lip as she sauntered to the opposite side of the table and pocketed a solid. “You’ve got game,” she said, stifling a smile.

I smirked, positioning myself behind her. “Glad we see eye to eye on that.”

Kristin stood straight and turned around, nearly running into me. She looked up at my eyes but didn’t back away. For a moment, we stood chest to chest. I lost myself in those beautiful brown eyes.

I cocked my head and grinned. “Good. Because I think the winner should take the loser on a date.”

7

KRISTIN

“You seriously ate at Jokers again?” I asked with an incredulous laugh. Will had apparently taken a liking to our local watering hole. “Other places cook food, ya know. Places that won’t put you in the ground so quickly, old man.”

“She’s got jokes,” he called out from the balcony, feigning laughter. “Do you always tell elderly guests they’re gonna die soon or am I special?”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Only the severely infirm.”

Will stuck his head through the bedroom door. “Don’t let the gray hairs fool you. I’ve got abs under this shirt. Several, actually. Wanna see?”

“Ooh, can I?” I chucked a pillow at him. “Go do your work, Einstein! You’re distracting me from mine!”

“I’ll do as I please, woman!” He hurled the pillow at my head and slipped away, snickering like a madman.

The stupid grin on my face refused to leave.

For the fifth time this week, I ripped the old sheet from Will’s bed and replaced it with a new one. Deep cleaning a stay-over room was unheard of.

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