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“I’m going to win that,” I say, dropping my gaze to her cleavage, and I have every intention of staring at her ass as she walks away.

“No, you’re going to keep fantasizing, and don’t stare at my ass when I walk away,” she spits as she turns and heads to the bar.

I grin as my gaze dips to her ass and I secretly know she loves it.

This should be interesting…

CHAPTER 16

Alina

Ican do this. I mean, it’s for a fucking plane.

Not sure what I would do with a plane, but I’m willing to find out.

Shit, do I have to pay to maintain a plane?

Maybe I should have asked questions first.

Fuck it.

I brush my hands down my skirt and approach the man Will pointed out. When I step up next to him, he’s removing his suit jacket. I notice a few tattoos that skate up his arms beneath the rolled-up shirt.

“Excuse me,” I say, and he lifts his head and meets my eyes.

Oh, he’s beautiful. His eyes are a mix of blue and hazel, his hair is dark, and he watches me as if he can see straight through me. And he also gives me the vibe that I shouldn’t be approaching him.

“Yes?” he answers, looking me up and down. Not in a leering way, more as if to make sure I have nothing on me.

Weird, but okay.

“So, I have this guy over there.” I point behind me. “Just don’t look, okay?” He nods, and I pull out a seat next to him.“Anyway, we made a bet. I was hoping you could help me fulfill this deal,” I explain.

He picks up the silver knife beside him. At first, I think it’s strange, until I realize he’s shifting it back and forth to get a glimpse at Will. When he does, a small sigh escapes him.

“What type of deal?” he asks, leaning back into his seat.

His phone lights up, but he makes no move to touch it.

“I want you to give me your number,” I tell him. He raises a brow. “And in doing so, I’ll pay you.”

“You’ll pay me?” he asks, somewhat amused. “For my number?”

“Yes. Not right now because it’ll be obvious to my friend, but I can transfer the money afterward because I’ll have your number anyway,” I state, smiling.

“Just one issue,” he replies, raising one finger. “Not that I don’t want to help you, but if you turn around right now, you’ll see my wife standing behind you. I suggest you don’t speak, because she has a habit of stabbing people.” I tense.

He stands and holds out his hand, gesturing toward his wife. I sit frozen in place, realizing I’ve probably taken her seat. In my periphery, a delicate hand with red painted nails clasps his hand, and as he pulls her into him, piercing green eyes glare at me.

“This is Anya Ivanov, my wife,” he says. “And I’m River Bentley. Now, let me get my number for you.” He reaches for a napkin.

“N-no, please. It’s fine,” I stammer.

“You said you had a bet with him, didn’t you?” he asks.

“A bet?” Anya asks with a slight Russian accent, her gaze narrowing. When I look at her properly, I realize her red hair is impeccable, slicked back in a tight bun, and she’s clad in a dress with a slit up the side. And she definitely looks like she could stab me. But she also reminds me of someone I’ve met before.

“Yes, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t hitting on your husband. The man I’m dining with made a bet with me.” I clear my throat. “If I got your husband’s number, he would give me a plane.” Her gaze immediately drifts over to Will, even though I hadn’t told her which man.Fuck, am I going to get us both killed?Her gaze narrows and her high heels click-clack as she approaches Will. He just sits there and waves.

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