on the edge just enough to give it the spin it needed to curve into the eleven ball; each of them sank into their prospective pockets as the cue ball banked off the far ledge and came to rest in the center of the table.
He smiled at her, and her blood chilled even further. “Nine ball into the side pocket,” he called, and then easily made his shot as it was a straightforward shot.
However, Randa let out a deep sigh of relief, and she could feel the tension in her joints start to ebb away as the cue ball came to rest just an inch from the eight ball up against the rear bumper. Although he had made the shot earlier, it was going to be a lot more difficult this time as the eight ball sat directly between the thirteen and the cue ball.
Since he could not use the eight ball in any fashion until he was ready to take his final shot he had very limited options. She smiled at him when he looked up. “I think you may have shot yourself into a corner.”
He was looking down at the table, but when his eyes moved up and caught her own, she had to stifle the gasp that almost tore from her body. His gaze was so intense that it immediately snaked through her and made her quiver, and images of him taking her right then and there on the pool table flashed through her mind’s eye.
“You do?”
She forced herself to take a deep breath before responding to try and calm herself. “The only way I see out of this is to jump the eight ball. You can’t risk banking it off the far corner and having the thirteen accidentally knock the eight ball on its way in. But, if you were to jump it you would not have the room you need to hit the thirteen well enough to get it to travel down the table and into the opposite corner.”
“Hmm, but what if I were to bank the shot and have the thirteen branch off and go into the side pocket?” he asked, a smile starting to form.
“You could do that, but it is so close to the eight that it would be nearly impossible to squeeze that cue ball through the gap. Better to just throw the shot and let me have my turn,” she told him, leaning against the pool table and letting her hair slide down over her shoulders. Charm was something that had won her more money than skill, and she was not above using everything at her disposal tonight if she wanted to avoid sleeping in the alley.
Drake laughed, and the hardness of his gaze softened. “I tell you what. Since you are so certain this shot can’t be made, I’ll bet you double or nothing that I can sink it.”
Randa started to laugh with him, but choked it off when she realized what he was saying. Double the money was enough for her to really get back on her feet. There was, however, one catch. “Eight hundred dollars is awfully tempting,” she started, “but I’m afraid that I don’t have double the money to pony up on my end.”
He raked his gaze up and down her body when she spoke. It was so intense that she shivered and took a step back.
“You don’t have to lay money on the line.” He smiled.
She thought about what he was suggesting. It wasn’t the first time she’d been tempted by someone’s offer to pimp out her body so that she could stay off the streets. Although most of the time it was from old men she would never touch, but this time was different. In fact, if he had never even mentioned it, she might have bedded him anyway. The coils of heat and tension in her groin even now were starting to make her tingle as she caught his gaze.
The problem was, now that it had been spoken and the offer had been made she knew that she would never be able to take him up on the offer. No matter what, she couldn’t sell herself out.
“I’m sorry if I said or did something to give you any other impression, but…I am not a whore.”
He let out a sharp bark of laughter that caught Randa off guard. “You think I would want to take sex in trade?” he asked.
“What else would I have to
He smiled at her, and her blood chilled even further. “Nine ball into the side pocket,” he called, and then easily made his shot as it was a straightforward shot.
However, Randa let out a deep sigh of relief, and she could feel the tension in her joints start to ebb away as the cue ball came to rest just an inch from the eight ball up against the rear bumper. Although he had made the shot earlier, it was going to be a lot more difficult this time as the eight ball sat directly between the thirteen and the cue ball.
Since he could not use the eight ball in any fashion until he was ready to take his final shot he had very limited options. She smiled at him when he looked up. “I think you may have shot yourself into a corner.”
He was looking down at the table, but when his eyes moved up and caught her own, she had to stifle the gasp that almost tore from her body. His gaze was so intense that it immediately snaked through her and made her quiver, and images of him taking her right then and there on the pool table flashed through her mind’s eye.
“You do?”
She forced herself to take a deep breath before responding to try and calm herself. “The only way I see out of this is to jump the eight ball. You can’t risk banking it off the far corner and having the thirteen accidentally knock the eight ball on its way in. But, if you were to jump it you would not have the room you need to hit the thirteen well enough to get it to travel down the table and into the opposite corner.”
“Hmm, but what if I were to bank the shot and have the thirteen branch off and go into the side pocket?” he asked, a smile starting to form.
“You could do that, but it is so close to the eight that it would be nearly impossible to squeeze that cue ball through the gap. Better to just throw the shot and let me have my turn,” she told him, leaning against the pool table and letting her hair slide down over her shoulders. Charm was something that had won her more money than skill, and she was not above using everything at her disposal tonight if she wanted to avoid sleeping in the alley.
Drake laughed, and the hardness of his gaze softened. “I tell you what. Since you are so certain this shot can’t be made, I’ll bet you double or nothing that I can sink it.”
Randa started to laugh with him, but choked it off when she realized what he was saying. Double the money was enough for her to really get back on her feet. There was, however, one catch. “Eight hundred dollars is awfully tempting,” she started, “but I’m afraid that I don’t have double the money to pony up on my end.”
He raked his gaze up and down her body when she spoke. It was so intense that she shivered and took a step back.
“You don’t have to lay money on the line.” He smiled.
She thought about what he was suggesting. It wasn’t the first time she’d been tempted by someone’s offer to pimp out her body so that she could stay off the streets. Although most of the time it was from old men she would never touch, but this time was different. In fact, if he had never even mentioned it, she might have bedded him anyway. The coils of heat and tension in her groin even now were starting to make her tingle as she caught his gaze.
The problem was, now that it had been spoken and the offer had been made she knew that she would never be able to take him up on the offer. No matter what, she couldn’t sell herself out.
“I’m sorry if I said or did something to give you any other impression, but…I am not a whore.”
He let out a sharp bark of laughter that caught Randa off guard. “You think I would want to take sex in trade?” he asked.
“What else would I have to
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