some sort of backflip in my chest. I struggled to stay cool, but I managed to keep my pleasure under control and just nodded. “We’ll start Monday morning.”
She didn’t look so happy any more. Hopefully, she didn’t regret her decision already. Anyway, I wouldn’t let her go back on her word, and I made that clear by trapping her gaze with a hot, determined look. If she got her foot into this game with me, she wouldn’t get out of it single. I wanted her to be aware of whom she was dealing with, because I’d never felt as true to the name Bay Shark as I did in this moment.
“Hey, Ryan! We’re starting a game of pool. Are you in?”
Fuck you, Justin ! I wanted to strangle my friend for ruining this moment for me. I glared over Liza’s shoulder at my friend, and he sure knew right then that he’d come at the entirely wrong moment.
“Sorry, man,” he mouthed and grimaced.
Exhaling a sigh, I pushed away from the counter. The spell was over. I might as well go play pool with my friends now. But I was going to do sports with Liza on Monday. I had been waiting years for that chance, so what was one more day? “There in a sec,” I told Justin.
When he was gone and I looked at Liza’s beautiful face again, I wondered what that sweet mouth of hers would taste like. I stroked her cheek with the neck of my bottle. And there it was, dammit. The first dreamy look in her eyes that was only for me.
“Enjoy the night ,” I said in quite a soft way. “And whatever you do, stay away from the strawberries.”
It was time to go, or I would do something stupid that was way too early in my plans of seducing Liza. So I headed for the door, leaving her a little stunned. But when I stepped past her, I couldn’t resist stroking the back of her hand with my own.
Chapter 5
A FEW GUYS stood around the pool table. Justin was playing a game against Alex when I came into the room adjoined to the main hall. Justin looked up and his face crumpled worse than a raisin. “Ah man, sorry, that wasn’t my intention,” he apologized again, straightening and leaning on his cue.
“Forget it.” I grinned. “It’s all set for Monday.”
That made him lift his brows in an impressed way and nod.
“What’s set for Monday?” Alex demanded after he shot the yellow ball into the hole. “And what wasn’t your intention, Just?”
“Nothing,” Justin and I shot back at him.
“Is there money in the pot?” I tried to change the topic as I sat down on the couch between Frederickson and a guy whose real name I didn’t know but who we all called Sylvester.
Alex tabbed the stack of dollar notes on the table with the tip of his cue at. “Twenty-five from each.”
“I’ll play the winner.” I didn’t have to play for money to stock up my bank account, but it was way more fun playing with the guys if they had the right incentive. For one, they didn’t play pool like sissies then.
It wasn’t easy to tell who was the better player, but this time Justin came out as the winner, because Alex holed the black eight early.
“Fifty are in the pot,” Justin said to me with a wide sneer. “I want to see your money if you want to play.”
I pulled two twenties and a ten from my wallet and placed them on Justin’s prize money. “I’m in.”
Alex passed me the cue, and I chalked it while someone else set up the balls for us. Because I’d only just come in, I got to shoot first. Number twelve ended in the left corner pocket, which left Justin with the solids and me with the stripes. It was a fast game. In only four turns I had dumped most of my balls. Only the orange and white ball with the number thirteen was left, and I holed it into a corner pocket with a spectacular shot over three cushions. Now just the black eight, and victory would be mine.
A confident smirk at Justin made the guy a little nervous. “Come on, Ryan, give a friend a chance. You can’t hole the ball just yet,” he whined.
That didn’t irritate me.
She didn’t look so happy any more. Hopefully, she didn’t regret her decision already. Anyway, I wouldn’t let her go back on her word, and I made that clear by trapping her gaze with a hot, determined look. If she got her foot into this game with me, she wouldn’t get out of it single. I wanted her to be aware of whom she was dealing with, because I’d never felt as true to the name Bay Shark as I did in this moment.
“Hey, Ryan! We’re starting a game of pool. Are you in?”
Fuck you, Justin ! I wanted to strangle my friend for ruining this moment for me. I glared over Liza’s shoulder at my friend, and he sure knew right then that he’d come at the entirely wrong moment.
“Sorry, man,” he mouthed and grimaced.
Exhaling a sigh, I pushed away from the counter. The spell was over. I might as well go play pool with my friends now. But I was going to do sports with Liza on Monday. I had been waiting years for that chance, so what was one more day? “There in a sec,” I told Justin.
When he was gone and I looked at Liza’s beautiful face again, I wondered what that sweet mouth of hers would taste like. I stroked her cheek with the neck of my bottle. And there it was, dammit. The first dreamy look in her eyes that was only for me.
“Enjoy the night ,” I said in quite a soft way. “And whatever you do, stay away from the strawberries.”
It was time to go, or I would do something stupid that was way too early in my plans of seducing Liza. So I headed for the door, leaving her a little stunned. But when I stepped past her, I couldn’t resist stroking the back of her hand with my own.
Chapter 5
A FEW GUYS stood around the pool table. Justin was playing a game against Alex when I came into the room adjoined to the main hall. Justin looked up and his face crumpled worse than a raisin. “Ah man, sorry, that wasn’t my intention,” he apologized again, straightening and leaning on his cue.
“Forget it.” I grinned. “It’s all set for Monday.”
That made him lift his brows in an impressed way and nod.
“What’s set for Monday?” Alex demanded after he shot the yellow ball into the hole. “And what wasn’t your intention, Just?”
“Nothing,” Justin and I shot back at him.
“Is there money in the pot?” I tried to change the topic as I sat down on the couch between Frederickson and a guy whose real name I didn’t know but who we all called Sylvester.
Alex tabbed the stack of dollar notes on the table with the tip of his cue at. “Twenty-five from each.”
“I’ll play the winner.” I didn’t have to play for money to stock up my bank account, but it was way more fun playing with the guys if they had the right incentive. For one, they didn’t play pool like sissies then.
It wasn’t easy to tell who was the better player, but this time Justin came out as the winner, because Alex holed the black eight early.
“Fifty are in the pot,” Justin said to me with a wide sneer. “I want to see your money if you want to play.”
I pulled two twenties and a ten from my wallet and placed them on Justin’s prize money. “I’m in.”
Alex passed me the cue, and I chalked it while someone else set up the balls for us. Because I’d only just come in, I got to shoot first. Number twelve ended in the left corner pocket, which left Justin with the solids and me with the stripes. It was a fast game. In only four turns I had dumped most of my balls. Only the orange and white ball with the number thirteen was left, and I holed it into a corner pocket with a spectacular shot over three cushions. Now just the black eight, and victory would be mine.
A confident smirk at Justin made the guy a little nervous. “Come on, Ryan, give a friend a chance. You can’t hole the ball just yet,” he whined.
That didn’t irritate me.
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