Page 20 of Tempting the Player
“Hell yeah!” Felix moves over to make room. “You can have mine and Dahlia’s spots. Need to talk to my girl.”
“And by talk, you mean make out where everyone can see?” Jane asks.
“You know it, Hannah.” Felix winks at her.
She rolls her eyes as we take over their side of the table.
“Hannah?” I ask. How many names does this girl have?
“It’s nothing,” she says. “Are you any good at beer pong?”
“Once upon a time, but probably not anymore.”
She picks up the ball from the table and holds it between her fingers. “I hope you’re being modest because I’m terrible and I really don’t like beer. You’re going to need to carry us to victory,Champ.”
The nickname doesn’t annoy me so much when she says it.
My brother grins at me from the opposite end of the table. “How long has it been?”
A long fucking time. “Not so long I can’t kick your ass.”
Brogan snorts and elbows Arch. “Think we can pull a shut out?”
“Ooooh.” Arch sucks in air through pursed lips. “I don’t know. I might be too sober to throw a perfect game.”
“Are we going to do this or what?” I ask, breaking up their banter.
“So eager to lose,” Brogan says under his breath with a chuckle. He lifts a hand toward us in a sign to go ahead. “Age before beauty.”
Jane laughs along lightly. “I guess that means we’re up.”
“I guess so,” I grumble.
Both Jane’s and my first throws miss, and then the beating begins. Arch and Brogan sink five balls before missing. Apparently while I was gone, these two learned a few more skills in the art of partying. The cups on the table are filled with cheap, lukewarm beer. Jane manages to empty one and I take the other four. Being here is a bad idea and drinking is an even worse one. At least it’s watered-down shit. I could drink all the cups and probably not have a buzz.
She shoots me an apologetic grimace. “I told you I was terrible.”
“One bad throw doesn’t make you terrible.”
She cocks her head to the side. “We need a way to distract them. Any ideas?”
“The only things that distract those two from winning are women and booze.”
“Well, I don’t think booze is going to do it in this case.” Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Women it is.”
She starts to take off the baggy black sweater she’s wearing. “I knew I should have worn a dress.”
I feel my brows lift. “What are you doing?”
Once the sweater is over her head, she pushes it toward me. “Hold this.”
I do, and watch as she adjusts the thin tank top that was underneath. It’s white with tiny little straps and so short it leaves several inches of bare skin above the top of her jeans. It’s too cold outside to wear so little clothing, made obvious by her hard nipples poking through the thin material, but the air around me suddenly feels hot.
“How’s this?” she asks.
“Distracting,” I answer honestly as I try to pull my gaze away.
“Good.” She flashes a satisfied smile. “I’ll distract on defense, and you play offense.”
