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him a ferocious glare and affronted office-guy backed up, now in alarm-mode. Wise man. Jack took one look and cursed.
Fuck, he was gonna wring her neck. His hands flexed at the pleasurable thought as he scanned her flushed face. The woman was tipsy, giggling fit to wake the dead and practically naked. His gaze tracked over her butt, and he corrected himself. She was naked. Those panties didn’t cover enough to call her clothed.
He stepped up behind her naked back and bent to breathe in her ear. “What are you doing?”
Emma whirled so quickly her naked breasts jiggled. “Losing,” she warbled.
Alcoholic fumes hit him in the face. “I can see that,” Jack said with a calm he didn’t feel.
The four women sitting around the same table were in various stages of undress but wore more clothes than Emma. Jack wanted to grab a towel, a tablecloth, anything to cover her beautiful breasts. All of a sudden, he felt possessive. He hated the other men seeing the tiny mole on the curve of her left breast. And if the guy behind him didn’t stop pushing in order to cop an eyeful of Emma and her semi-clothed friends, Jack intended to rearrange his nose. The beefy male could have fries with the rearranged nose if he wanted—Jack wasn’t fussy.
Emma turned and beckoned him closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “I don’t want to lose. I hate to lose, but I don’t know what to do with my hand. Can you help me?”
“Yeah, okay. What have you got in your hand?”
Emma fanned out her cards so he could see. Feeling the weight of a stare, Jack glanced up. Every one of the four women sitting at the table was staring at him. Suddenly, Jack felt like a lump of beef dangled in front of a pack of wolves. He turned away to concentrate on Emma’s cards. She had a pair of sixes and that was it. He fought for an impassive face while cursing a storm to his taniwha. With that hand, she was screwed. Unless she bluffed. Jack leaned closer to whisper instructions in her ear. She turned to him and winked.
Surprise kicked him in the ribs. She wasn’t as drunk as she seemed.
“Are you in?” the dark-haired woman who was dealing asked.
Emma’s body language screamed confident, and pride grew in Jack. “I’m in.”
“Cards?” the dealer asked.
Emma didn’t bother to look at her cards before she shook her head.
“I’ll take two,” one woman said.
The men crowding the table were silent as they watch the ending stages of the game. Jack scanned the faces, ready to lash out if anyone tried to help by letting the others know Emma was bluffing.
“I fold.”
“Me too.”
“I’m out.” The cards slapped on the table.
The last woman studied Emma then laid down her cards. “I’m out.”
“Take it off! Take it off!” The chant started with one burly jackass and others joined in as the four women removed a garment each.
Jack noticed gooseflesh forming on Emma and decided to take action. “Sorry to be a spoilsport, but I need Emma to come with me. Maybe you can finish the game tomorrow?” Over his dead body .
“Good,” said the slim blonde sitting on Emma’s right. “I’m getting cold, and I’m also chicken.” She laughed, gesturing at her pale pink panties. They were her sole remaining item of clothing. “I have a premonition I’m going to be the first one naked. I’m quitting while I’m ahead.”
Jack relaxed as the men started to drift away. “Ladies.” He inclined his head and turned to Emma. “Ready?”
Emma sensed he wasn’t pleased with her. It was in the set of his shoulders and the grim line of his mouth. Well, he could just deal. She had flushed out a few leads to check tomorrow, and she wasn’t going to apologize for her methods. Besides, she wasn’t the only one to bare her breasts tonight.
“It won’t take me long to get ready. I’ll meet you back here.”
Jack handed Emma her T-shirt, his dark eyes glinting dangerously. “I don’t think so.”
Damn, he
Fuck, he was gonna wring her neck. His hands flexed at the pleasurable thought as he scanned her flushed face. The woman was tipsy, giggling fit to wake the dead and practically naked. His gaze tracked over her butt, and he corrected himself. She was naked. Those panties didn’t cover enough to call her clothed.
He stepped up behind her naked back and bent to breathe in her ear. “What are you doing?”
Emma whirled so quickly her naked breasts jiggled. “Losing,” she warbled.
Alcoholic fumes hit him in the face. “I can see that,” Jack said with a calm he didn’t feel.
The four women sitting around the same table were in various stages of undress but wore more clothes than Emma. Jack wanted to grab a towel, a tablecloth, anything to cover her beautiful breasts. All of a sudden, he felt possessive. He hated the other men seeing the tiny mole on the curve of her left breast. And if the guy behind him didn’t stop pushing in order to cop an eyeful of Emma and her semi-clothed friends, Jack intended to rearrange his nose. The beefy male could have fries with the rearranged nose if he wanted—Jack wasn’t fussy.
Emma turned and beckoned him closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “I don’t want to lose. I hate to lose, but I don’t know what to do with my hand. Can you help me?”
“Yeah, okay. What have you got in your hand?”
Emma fanned out her cards so he could see. Feeling the weight of a stare, Jack glanced up. Every one of the four women sitting at the table was staring at him. Suddenly, Jack felt like a lump of beef dangled in front of a pack of wolves. He turned away to concentrate on Emma’s cards. She had a pair of sixes and that was it. He fought for an impassive face while cursing a storm to his taniwha. With that hand, she was screwed. Unless she bluffed. Jack leaned closer to whisper instructions in her ear. She turned to him and winked.
Surprise kicked him in the ribs. She wasn’t as drunk as she seemed.
“Are you in?” the dark-haired woman who was dealing asked.
Emma’s body language screamed confident, and pride grew in Jack. “I’m in.”
“Cards?” the dealer asked.
Emma didn’t bother to look at her cards before she shook her head.
“I’ll take two,” one woman said.
The men crowding the table were silent as they watch the ending stages of the game. Jack scanned the faces, ready to lash out if anyone tried to help by letting the others know Emma was bluffing.
“I fold.”
“Me too.”
“I’m out.” The cards slapped on the table.
The last woman studied Emma then laid down her cards. “I’m out.”
“Take it off! Take it off!” The chant started with one burly jackass and others joined in as the four women removed a garment each.
Jack noticed gooseflesh forming on Emma and decided to take action. “Sorry to be a spoilsport, but I need Emma to come with me. Maybe you can finish the game tomorrow?” Over his dead body .
“Good,” said the slim blonde sitting on Emma’s right. “I’m getting cold, and I’m also chicken.” She laughed, gesturing at her pale pink panties. They were her sole remaining item of clothing. “I have a premonition I’m going to be the first one naked. I’m quitting while I’m ahead.”
Jack relaxed as the men started to drift away. “Ladies.” He inclined his head and turned to Emma. “Ready?”
Emma sensed he wasn’t pleased with her. It was in the set of his shoulders and the grim line of his mouth. Well, he could just deal. She had flushed out a few leads to check tomorrow, and she wasn’t going to apologize for her methods. Besides, she wasn’t the only one to bare her breasts tonight.
“It won’t take me long to get ready. I’ll meet you back here.”
Jack handed Emma her T-shirt, his dark eyes glinting dangerously. “I don’t think so.”
Damn, he