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“Lucky. I swear, I can fit two of me in here,” she said, pulling the excess material away from her body to demonstrate.

She was exaggerating, but Anna still asked, “Do you want to see if they have a smaller size?”

“No. I don’t want to keep the guys waiting. But I do want to state for the record, just because an outfit is black that does not automatically make it slimming.”

Anna chuckled. “So noted.” She snapped the harness in place. “You’re all set. Let’s go.”

“I feel naked without my phone,” Tiffany said as they made their way down the hall to the laser tag arena.

“I don’t know. It’s not a bad idea to disconnect from technology every once in a while.”

Tiffany raised her brows. “Said the woman covered from head to toe in electronic sensors.”

Anna grimaced. “Touché.”

“I was going to text Luke and ask him where they’re at, but I guess we’ll have to find them the old-fashioned way.”

Anna wasn’t worried. She had a feeling Vas would be hard to miss.

She’d been right. Rounding a bend, he was the first thing Anna saw, stopping her in her tracks. Holy shit, he took her breath away. Vas, with all his muscles, had no trouble filling outhissuit, and in all the gear, he looked like some kind of commando ready to take on the world.

Their eyes locked and she saw his travel over her—slowly down and then even slower back up until they once more reached her face where she saw his eyes heat and a small quirk tipped his lips.

Anna wasn’t prone to becoming aroused in public, but everything about Vas pushed all her right buttons, and she found herself instantly aching with need. If they hadn’t been with another couple, she’d have suggested blowing off laser tag for another—more pleasurable—form of strenuous activity.

“Ladies.” Vas dipped his head in greeting as the guys approached.

“Looking hot, Tiff,” Luke snickered.

“Bite me.”

He stepped up to her side, leaning in close, but Anna still heard his mumbled reply. “Later, baby.”

Tiffany snorted, but Anna saw the twinkle in her eye.

An arm wrapped around her shoulders and Vas pulled her to his side. Dipping his head, he too whispered—Anna hoped with better effect. “I had no idea garbage bags could look so sexy.”

Neither did she. Tilting her head back, she murmured, “I have a whole box under the sink. Remind me when we get home to dig a few out.”

His gruff chuckle sent a tingle down her spine.

“Who’s ready to go kick some laser tag ass?” Luke announced.

“Me!” Tiffany’s hand shot up.

They were each given a red armband as they entered the arena. Anna had no idea the place would be so large. Round and split level with ramps leading to a second story which wrapped the perimeter, the ground level was the size of a skating rink. Pillars and other obstacles dotted the landscape and everything was painted black—walls, floor, ceiling—with splashes of multi-colored glow-in-the-dark paint activated by the ambient black lighting. Anna kept a death grip on Vas’s hand. In her opinion, the place wasn’t cool, it was spooky.

Walking farther into the arena, they all huddled against the wall to come up with a game plan. Their objective—Anna soon discovered—was to shoot blue and green players, aka, thebad guys.

“Tiff and I will circle left. Vas, you and Anna, go right. We’ll meet in the middle by the ramp.”

“Shoot to kill!” was Tiffany’s sage advice before she and Luke took off.

Gun trained, Anna stuck close to Vas’s back as he stealthily walked in a semi-crouch. From the corner of her eye, she saw players darting to and fro, but she didn’t even attempt to shoot at them, knowing she’d never be able to hit a moving target. Vas didn’t have that fear, she randomly heard the blast from his weapon followed by the accompanying zap as he struck a target.

Dang, the man had good aim.

“Should we go up?” Luke asked Vas when they all reached the ramp. They were crammed underneath it, sheltered for protection.

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