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her beer. He’d been surprised that she hadn’t ordered a girlie drink like most of the other women from their office had.
    “Scared I’ll beat you?” He used the one tactic he knew would work on her.
    “Not in the least.” She set her almost empty beer down and played with her watch, twisting it vigorously.
    “Then come on.” He reached for her hand, pulled her up out of her seat, and started walking.
    Her hand was small in his and he realized he could get used to holding it. He dropped it when they reached the table and he snatched up a cue stick. When he handed it to her, she took it and looked toward the front of the bar nervously.
    “What shall we wager?” He took up a cue stick for himself, testing the length and weight of it slowly as he watched her make up her mind to play.
    “How about money?”
    “That’s no fun.” He thought about it. “Well, since we’ve got an outstanding bet for a date . . .” Her eyes heating, she quickly glanced at her coworkers around the table again, who were laughing and joking with one another. “How about dinner and drinks?”
    “Gary’s buying dinner and drinks tonight.” Her eyes moved back to meet his.
    “I wasn’t talking about tonight.” He leaned slightly on the table. She tilted her head as she twisted her watch. He was becoming accustomed to the motion.
    “Come on.” He could tell when she’d finally made up her mind.
    “Fine, but I get to shoot first,” she said.
    He nodded. “Fair enough.”
    It was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do in his life. Keeping his eyes from watching her tight little butt when she wiggled it as she got into position to hit the balls he’d lined up. She leaned over the table slowly and a strand of her perfectly coiffed hair fell into her eyes. The way he figured it, a few more drinks and she’d loosen the clip that held most of it away from her face. She’d already removed her blazer, giving everyone in the bar the beautiful view of her body.
    His eyes moved over her arms as she lined up the cue for her shot. Instantly, he knew she’d get a few balls in.
    Two solids shot into the end pockets, and when she moved around the table to line up the second shot, he guessed he was in trouble. Shot after shot, she sank her balls quickly. He leaned back and watched a pro at work. When, finally, after five turns, she missed a rather expert shot, he walked over to where she stood.
    “I think I’ve been swindled.” He leaned closer to her as she chuckled.
    “You never asked if I could play,” she said, a little breathless. He glanced down and noticed her breasts rise and fall with the excitement of the game.
    “No, I suppose I didn’t,” he whispered. His hand reached out and brushed against her arm slightly. “A mistake I won’t be making again.”
    Her smile faltered as she took a step back. “Your turn.”
    He moved to lean in, but straightened when his uncle approached.
    “There you two are.” He could tell that his uncle was on his way to being drunk. His round cheeks had a hint of red in them and his arm was slung over Leah’s shoulders. “We were just looking for you guys.”
    “Just playing a friendly game of pool,” he said, before striking his first ball.
    “Oh! That’s not such a good idea with this one.” Gary pointed with his hand, which was holding an almost empty beer mug. The golden liquid nearly sloshed over the edge. “She’s a real shark.” He chuckled. “Took me for a few hundred dollars last time.”
    “Yeah, you were the one that insisted on playing for money,” Amy added.
    He laughed. “So true. Learned my lesson, though. Haven’t played her since.”
    “We’re not playing for money,” he said, sinking another ball quickly.
    “Oh?”
    “Gary, I think everyone wants another round,” Leah said, using all her strength to hold the larger man up.
    “Oh! Right you are. I’ll make sure to send the waitress back to get your drink order.” His uncle and Leah meandered