Page 25 of Little Devil

Too forward.

Too.. different.

But damn, he makes it look good.

He’s leaning back against the pool table on the patio wearing a black pair of swim shorts and a black flannel shirt, the buttons all the way undone to expose his hard chest and solid abs. The several pieces of ink scattered across his body are mostly random – some good and some not so good – but somehow he makes it look more hot than ridiculous.

Not hot, JJ.

Shit.

“Dude, you’re cheating,” Travis accuses, earning both mine and Kian’s attention.

Xander chuckles and leans over to take his shot. “I’m not a cheater, Trav. I’m just better than you.”

The black ball lands in the corner pocket and Travis scoffs, taking the triangular rack from beneath to reset the table. “JJ, come here and kick his punk ass so I can laugh at him for losing to a girl.”

I laugh lightly and open my mouth to tell him I’m good here, but then I catch the surprise on Xander’s face and snap it shut again.

“You’re good at pool?”

“She’s the fucking boss at pool,” Kian answers for me, snatching my hand to pull me over to them. “There’s a reason we call her queen, new boy, and it ain’t got nothin’ to do with that ass you won’t stop staring at.”

“Kian.”

“What?”

“Shut up,” I whisper through my teeth, walking around him to get to Travis.

He passes me the cue he was just using and takes out a quarter from the back pocket of his shorts, tipping his chin at me while he tosses it into the air. “Call it.”

“Heads.”

He catches the coin and flips it over, removing his hand to get a look at it. “You start, JJ.”

I make my way around to the far end of the table and lean over to break the balls, immediately sinking two solids right off the bat. Travis and Kian both grin like idiots and I dip my head to hide mine, purposely ignoring the asshole opposite me while I move around to take my next shot.

I’m wearing a baby pink, strapless two piece to keep my tan lines to a minimum. My breasts are a little too big for my body, same goes for my ass and thighs, which is why my mother forces me to avoid sugar and carbs of any kind, but it seems Xander doesn’t mind my flaws considering he can’t take his eyes off them.

“Hey, Jordyn?”

My jaw ticks but I refrain from correcting him, knowing he’ll just continue to call me that anyway. “What?”

“I dare you to play a game with me.”

“Pool is a game, new boy,” I say dryly, leaning over to pot the five ball.

“Yeah, well, this is more like a bet than a game.”

“What’s the bet?”

“If you win, I’ll stop talking to you and leave you alone for the rest of the year.”

My brows crash in the center and I look up, ignoring the pang of hurt in my chest because it’s misplaced and pathetic. “And if you win? What do you get?”

“When I win,” he says smugly, leaning his elbows on the edge of the table to level with me. “You have to do everything I say for twenty four hours.”

“Like a slave?”

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