Fair Game

breathes deep and stands, smiling at the both of us. “My work here is done.”
“You’re not leaving are you?” Jade asks, her voice low and vaguely threatening.
“You’re going out with Shep after he’

“Don’t look at him,” Shep murmurs, his voice so close to my ear I gasp and turn my head to find his face directly in mine. I can see everything. Every pore in his skin, every little hair in his thick brows, every inky lash that rims his too dark, all seeing eyes. “I want your eyes on me and me only.”

But it’s no use. I can smell him. And he smells…fucking incredible.

his dark eyes almost black, his mouth thin. Oh, he looks pissed.

I can only guess by the way Joel is still sweating and muttering unintelligible words under his breath that he’s got nothing. Or he’s the best bluffer ever.

I’m guessing the first option.

And Shep Prescott is sprawled in his chair, legs spread wide, one arm slung over the back of an empty chair, his other arm resting on the table, cards fanned wide so anyone can see them. He looks just as bored as we are.

It’s a good look for him.

Damn it.

His gaze snags on mine in the mirror, those dark brown eyes never leaving me. I’m the one who has to look away first.

Asshole.

I undo my seat belt, about to reach down to grab my backpack when he grabs me first

That was probably a mistake,” I blurt out

The door plows open and I lift my head, ready to tell whoever it is to fuck off when I see a girl standing in the doorway, her eyes wide, her mouth dropped open