Page 15 of The Bet
Chapter 5
Savannah’s cousin was like a leech. Hard to shake.
“That’s where you are,” she said.
“You found me,” he mumbled, dragging his gaze away from Lime Green Bikini, abandoning the kid’s request for him to get into the pool. It wasn’t for the kid that he had considered playing ‘tag’. It was that babysitter of his. It wasn’t often he came across someone who didn’t give him the eye, and he was certain that this girl didn’t know who he was.
Kay flashed him an I-want-to-get-to-know-you-better smile. It was a tell that most of the girls he met had. A lowering of the head, a looking up at him with an angled head, a smile—not too wide, and definitely not cheesy—but presumably their best impression of sultry. He knew it well.
He acknowledged her with a simple nod.
“Are you going in?” she asked, her voice lifting as if the idea of getting into a pool excited her.
Hell, no. “No.” He turned to see Jacob and his babysitter coming out. The girl had her back turned to him, and was toweling herself dry.
“What are you doing here?” Kay asked, the tall stem of her champagne flute between her fingers. “The party’s on the beach, and you were in the middle of a card trick.”
“So I was.” But he had no desire to finish it off. Some time back in the day, he’d learned a couple of card tricks which kept some of the girls entertained. Kay seemed particularly easy to entertain, but he’d soon lost interest and left, intending to find out where Jacob and his babysitter had gone.
“So,” Kay said, fingering her necklace, and licking her lips. “Savannah says you’re the best man tomorrow.”
Her cleavage was on full display, and what he could see was round and luscious, andbig. The visual was like a powerhouse of electricity straight to his manhood. He followed her as she walked away from the pool and over to the recliners dotted around outside the main villa.
“You didn’t finish off your card trick,” she said, sitting on one of the recliners. He sat on the recliner next to hers, and they both faced one another as she held out the pack of cards he’d left at the bar. He took the cards and shuffled them. Some girls were so easy to entertain. It wasn’t that the card tricks were particularly interesting, they were just a hook, and even a kid would tire of them eventually. He put away half the pack, and held the rest of them out for her.
“Pick one,” he said.
She giggled. Her perfectly manicured fingers hovering over the cards as she made her choice.
“Okay,” he said, shuffling the pack. “Put it at the bottom.”
“What if I don’t want to put it at the bottom?”
Then the fucking trick wasn’t going to work. “You have to.”
She shrugged, the movement drawing his attention to her breasts. He felt a stirring in his loins.
“Goodnight.” He turned to see Jacob walk past him, and next to him, his babysitter.
“You going to bed, kid?”
“Izzy says I have to.”
“Spoilsport,” he said, lifting his eyes and looking at his babysitter.
“Your mommy says you have to, Jacob.”
They didn’t stop to make conversation. “Goodnight!” he called out after them.
“An early night for some,” said Kay.
He turned his attention back to her, and to the card game he was in the middle of. But something didn’t feel right. That chase, that hunger, had disappeared. “Yeah.”
She jiggled forward in her chair, and if she continued to jiggle like that, he was sure her breasts would pop out of her low-cut, flimsy dress.
The sound of distant laughter and music from further along the beach rolled gently in the background. He went through the motions of shuffling the cards, and moving them around, and a few moments later, picked out, magically, the card that was hers.
“How did you do that?” she gushed.
