Page 12 of Texas Hold Em'
Sam followed my gaze and watched Tex lean up against the porch railing. “Oh,” she breathed. “Really? You have a thing for Tex? I have to admit, Carrie, I didn’t see this coming. I didn’t think he’d be your type.”
He’s not. Or shouldn’t be.
Shit. It’s just a means to an end but he does look damn good in that leather jacket. And when I grabbed him in the kitchen—
I looked away when my cheeks started to burn. “He just has me curious is all. And we have nothing but time to kill, me and him.”
Sam nodded at Suzie. “Come with us.”
Suzie kissed Mason before following Sam and me into the house. Sam led us down the hall to the bedroom she shared with Jackson, which was much more of a tranquil room than I expected. The walls were a muted gray and displayed sophisticated art. A white dresser boasted a generous perfume collection and assortment of nail polishes. Sam had really made this place her home.
She opened the doors to her closet, revealing a wardrobe a girl like me could only dream of.
“Wow.” I set my beer down on the dresser. “I wish I had a closet like this. Having to wear a uniform for work all the time makes it pointless to spend money on clothes. But this?” I moved forward and pinched the sleeve of a sleek black dress. “I could get used to a closet like this.”
Suzie hopped up onto the end of Sam and Jackson’s bed and crossed one leg over the other. “So what exactly are we doing in here?”
Sam took my hand, held it over my head, and gave me a little twirl like we were on a dance floor. “We’re going to help Carrie pick out an outfit so that a certain someone takes notice of her,” she said.
Suzie stared blankly at me. “Oh God. Which one caught your eye?”
When I didn’t answer, Sam did for me. “Tex.”
“Tex!” Suzie rocked back on the bed and kicked her feet like a giddy child as she laughed. “Oh God. Seriously? He’s a loner and he likes it that way, babe. You’d be better off setting your sights on one of the others. Brody is a good catch. He’s a doctor, too.”
Sam put her hands on her hips. “What’s wrong with Tex?”
“Nothing’swrongwith him,” Suzie said. “He’s just not looking to fall in love, you know?”
I began sifting through items in Sam’s closet. “I think he’s handsome.”
“Yeah, in a roguish, break your heart, stomp all over it with his leather boots kind of way.” Suzie smirked.
“Suzie,” Sam scolded.
“What?” Suzie asked innocently. “I’m just saying.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not looking for love then, isn’t it?” I asked.
The women watched as I pulled a dress out of the closet and held it in front of me.
Sam shook her head, took it away from me, and hung it back up. “Look, you do you, girl. If you’re looking for a good time, Tex is your guy. I’ve heard he’s good in bed.”
“From who?” Suzie asked.
I held my hands up. “Hold on. Nobody ever said I wanted to fuck him.”
The girls cocked their heads to the side in unison.
“Then why do you want to dress up for him?” Sam asked.
“Because,” I said as I discovered a pair of leather leggings. I pulled them out. “He walks around his apartment thinking he’s got a washed-up cop sleeping in his bed. I want to remind him that a girl can be more than one thing. Besides, can’t I have a little fun while I’m in lockdown in his dingy warehouse of an apartment?”
Suzie shrugged. “Sounds legit to me. Make him squirm. Tex is always too composed for his own good.”
Sam fetched me a wine-red crop top to switch out with my whiteone, and neither of them batted an eye as I stripped down and changed in front of them.
I’d done undercover work before. I knew how these circles ran. If the girls liked me, the men would follow suit.
