the table
all evening, but then she’d turned her attention back to flirting with everyone
else.
I’d told myself that I must have been imagining the sweet
commiseration of it. I doubted that this chick knew what real or sweet was.
Nadezhda raked in another winning hand which finally
busted Roman and then stretched her hands above her head. The soft pink shirt
she wore tightened snugly across what I was sure was perfect hand size breasts,
and of course all of us looked there. However, I jerked my sizzling gaze away quickly
up to her face hating the idea of being caught in the web I knew she was
weaving. I expected to see smug calculation in her eyes at having a table full
of guys hot and bothered ogling her chest. Instead, surprisingly, I thought I
saw contempt.
Catching my gaze on her face rather than her breasts I
was astounded yet again at seeing her face clear instantly of any emotion I
thought I might have witnessed. Her arms came down hastily as well.
“I hate to do zis, but could I cash out? I want to
mingle some before I have to leaf.”
I could barely pull my focus away from how her lips shaped
each word as they left her mouth. Who fucking knew that watching someone speak
could induce a near orgasmic experience?
I couldn’t fucking wait for her to leave.
“Sure, that’s no problem, Nadezhda. I was thinking the
same thing.” Greg agreed directly. My lips twisted in irritation. The dumbass
could have been mingling a half an hour ago when he’d went bust.
“Yeah, I’m ready to call the game as well.” Jax
stretched his own arms above his head flexing muscles in his short sleeve shirt
as he did. Besides Landon he was one of the better looking guys at the table. I
knew I wasn’t ugly, but I had more of a rough ruggedness than pretty boy
attractiveness. Landon was six-one with perfectly arranged dirty blonde hair
and hazel eyes. I had dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. The most notable
thing about me was my size.
I took note that Nadezhda showed no indication that she
found Jax, or his muscles, worthy of a second look. She appeared solely focused
on Roman counting out her winnings. When he was done she folded them up and
stuffed them back in her purse.
She stood for the first time and I saw that she was
closer to the five-ten than the five-eight I had been estimating. She wore form-fitting
black crop pants, the wispy pink shirt she had on fell to the middle of her ass,
and around her waist was a loose black belt. It was a simple outfit but looked
like a million bucks on her willowy figure.
Damn, she was perfect.
Smiling, she picked up her nearly empty pint of vodka.
“Next time boys.” Saluting us with the bottle she headed for the backyard with
a graceful dancers glide. Her ass was perfect too. Double damn.
I noted that she was walking pretty damn straight for
someone who’d drunk almost a whole bottle of vodka. I’d had six beers but
because of my size I only felt a slight buzz. She should at least wobble given
how slender she was.
Roman ogled her ass with a gigantic grin. “I’m so tapping
that tonight.”
I barely restrained myself from tackling him to the
ground.
“Not if I tap it first.” Greg countered watching her
walk away as well.
I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted to make them both
bleed. Dammit!
Landon thunked his head on the table in dejection. “I
can’t believe I lost to a girl again.”
Chapter Two
SETH
“So, Melissa’s coming today?” Nic asked.
“Yeah.” I answered. Grabbing the pancake batter I
poured out four cakes on the hot griddle.
“Is she going to be the one making most of the trips
back and forth from Virginia Beach, or are you two going to be splitting the
weekends between you?” He asked cracking some eggs into a bowl to