Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
To her.
“This is aiding and abetting underage drinking, isn’t it?”
I smiled. Yes, it most definitely was. I was willfully intoxicating an underage drinker. True, she was close to twenty-one. According to her ID anyway, which I suspected was fake. But it was still wrong.
And I had ulterior motives for doing it.
To get her to talk of course.
That’s what I told myself anyway. It had nothing to do with the way she looked sitting there, all free and giggly and young. She was so fresh and pretty, it took my breath away.
I sat back and stared at her. She was glowing. Sparkling somehow. Her attitude towards me had clearly done a one eighty.
And all I’d done was bring her pets.
Of course, the tequila might be playing a role too.
I loosened the collar of my shirt and took a long sip of my beer. If I was going to be a bastard, I was going to be a fucking bastard.
And I wanted to be buzzed for it.
“Do you play poker?”
She nodded and I smiled inwardly. The little snoop had given me a brilliant idea.
I carried the box of chips over and set it down. She reached out and ran her fingers over it. I brushed my hand over hers and opened the box. Our eyes met and a shock ran up my arm.
And that was just from her fingers.
I cleared my throat and pulled out a deck of cards.
“Should I deal?”
She arched a brow.
“What are we playing for?”
I smiled, having a brilliant idea. I could kill two birds with one stone. Further my investigation. And get a peak at Casey’s gorgeous body.
“An answer. Or a piece of clothing.”
She laughed and sipped her beer.
“You mean like truth or strip?” I nodded and she tilted her head, considering. “What do you want to know?”
“Nothing too crazy. I’m just curious about you. Call it a hazard of the job.”
She set her beer down and rested her elbows on her knees. Her eyes were twinkling as she heaved an exaggerated sigh.
“Okayyyyy fine. But I can ask for whatever I want.”
I nodded, conceding.
“Within reason.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
She giggled and hiccuped. I laughed at her. A genuine, deep, belly laugh. It had been years since I’d spontaneously laughed like that.
She was toast. I finally had her where I wanted her. The girl was putty in my hands. I’d thrown in the strip part to throw her off the scent.
Also because I felt like I would explode if I didn’t get her clothes off.
“First bets.”
She lifted her leg and wiggled her bare toes at me. The chain jangled. I knew what she was going to say before she opened her luscious mouth.
“If I win, I want this off.” She grinned. “And then I want a foot rub.”
I stared at her cute little foot, imagining it in my lap. Hmmm… her pink painted toes looked tasty. I’d never been into feet before, but I could probably develop a fetish where this girl was concerned.
I nodded and started to deal, deciding to throw the first round.
Oh yeah, this was a win/win.
Cassandra
“Hmmm, a little to the left.”
Connor’s huge hands enveloped my foot. My newly freed foot. I sipped my beer. It tasted even better now that I had my freedom.
Temporarily anyway.
I’d won the first two hands easily and he’d unchained me without too much grumbling.
Now, he was giving me a world-class foot massage. I would never have imagined for a moment that the agent was such an excellent masseuse.
But he was. Oh my goodness, he was.
His rough fingertips kneaded the arch of my foot. I practically purred as he paused to deal another hand. Then he casually went back to stroking the underside of my foot with one hand and holding his cards with the other.
Hmmm… heaven…
I squirmed a bit, feeling strangely restless. It was getting warm in here, though that probably had something to do with the view.
Connor was naked from the waist up.
I’d asked for his shirt on the second round and he’d asked for mine. Thankfully, he was the one who’d had to strip. I smiled at him and looked at my cards. A pair of tens. Ha! He’d be in his boxer shorts in no time.
I snuck another look at his chest. He was… really well put together. It was hard not to notice how thick his arms and shoulders were too.
How solid and wide and- well, manly.
I was not going to stare at his stomach though. That was just rude. He didn’t seem to notice where I was looking anyway. He was too busy staring at his cards.
He’d lost the first two hands and he did not look happy about it. But he was being a good sport. I wondered how long he’d rub my foot and decided not to ask.
I’d never gotten a foot rub before. Well, other than at the pedi place. This was different though.