Page 10 of Black Jack (Advantage Play 5)

“You got fifteen minutes. Alright, man?” Ted tells me, snatching my attention from the gorgeous stranger across the room. “I’ll try to squeeze an extra five for you but no guarantees.”

I blink slowly and try to focus. “Uh, thanks, Ted.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Forcing myself to close the distance between us, I drop my chin to the chair across from her. “This seat taken?”

“What? No kiss for your fiancée?” she quips before batting her thick lashes up at me with a smirk. She’s freaking gorgeous.

I hesitate then lean down and press a quick kiss to her dark red lips. They’re soft. And pouty. And have probably been injected to look like a man’s wet dream. But Ted wasn’t kidding when he said she was attractive. Sexy. Not girl-next-door cute. No. She’s something else entirely.

Pulling away, I sit down in the chair beside her and wait for her to take the lead, ‘cause I have no idea why she’s here.

She drags her long, manicured nails along my jaw before tsking, “That’s not a kiss, Jacky Boy.”

“Sure it was. Wanna tell me why you’re here?”

Her coy little smile taunts me as she drops her hand from my cheek and sets it in her lap. “Maybe I wanted to meet my fiancé?”

The bite of cold metal prevents me from lifting my arms to let her inspect me like a prized slab of meat. “Well, here I am. Sorry we had to meet while I’m in prison.”

“Yet, I wouldn’t have expected anything less,” she returns cryptically. “It’s a good thing you look sexy in orange.” I can feel her gaze on me, taking in every inch of my six-foot frame draped in an orange jumpsuit like it’s a cold glass of water.

Her blatant perusal piques my curiosity so I ask, “Have I met your expectations?”

Her tongue darts out between her lips before she drags it along her lower lip and studies me carefully before coming to some kind of conclusion. “You’re cuter than I expected.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums. The sound goes straight to my crotch. “When my brother mentioned the word Fed, I assumed you’d be old and fat.” Pressing her elbows to the table, she leans closer and whispers, “But I don’t think I’ll mind your cock buried deep inside of me.”

My eyes widen in shock before I attempt to cover it with indifference.

Did she really just say that? Who the hell is this girl?

I glance over my shoulder toward Ted, but the guy is decent and looks like he’s trying to give us some privacy.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think that’ll be happening anytime soon until I get out of here,” I mutter under my breath. “Have you heard anything? Is that why you’re here?”

“Possibly,” she answers with a noncommittal shrug before flipping some of her long, dark hair behind her shoulder. Her cleavage is on full display and makes me want to take off my own shirt so that I can cover up all the skin she’s displaying for every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the street, but I restrain myself.

Seriously, though. Who the hell is this girl?

Gotta give her credit. She’s confident in her own skin. My eyelids close to cut off the distraction before I force myself to look her in the eyes. They’re a bright green and are lined with thick black lashes that somehow manage to make them just as distracting as her tits. My jaw tightens as I shove aside my attraction and demand, “Answer me.”

“I’m Bianca, by the way.”

“Your brother may have mentioned that.”

“Thought you could use the reminder, since your manners are lacking.”

I scratch my jaw while trying to hide my amusement for the surprising little stranger that walked in here. “Nice to meet you, Bianca. I’m Jack.”

“Jacky Boy,” she corrects me, letting my name roll off her tongue. “My brother may have mentioned that as well.”

“Anything else he may have mentioned?”

“No.” She pouts. “But Kingston may have reached out recently. Who knew he could be so chatty?”

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