Page 3 of Devious Obsession
The mystery girl in front of me hasn’t so much as shifted, though.
“Having second thoughts?” I whisper in her ear.
She shakes her head, her jaw set. “Hardly.”
“Pick high, sweetheart.” I release her hip.
Automatically, she steps forward. Away from me. The loss of contact is sudden and chilling, and I grit my teeth against that feeling. I watch her like a hawk to see what she’s going to pick. Partly curious, partly insane.
The girl with the cards swivels toward us, and my stomach drops when mystery girl’s fingers drag along the remaining cards. Over the two of hearts, the seven of clubs. Pausing on the ace of hearts… then continuing on.
I bite my tongue.
“Steele,” Amanda says, nudging my arm.
I glance at her. She’s holding her card to her breast and smiling at me. When I look back at my girl, she’s already drawn. And I missed it.
Wait.Mygirl?
I ignore that slip up and scowl at Amanda. “What did you choose? Let me guess… a four of diamonds?”
She frowns.
Amanda’s one of the dance girls. She’s nice, but she’s very fucking vanilla, which is a damn shame. We had one experience that nearly made my dick limp before I could finish—and that’s saying something. My mind just keeps getting more and more screwed up, wound tighter until I don’t know which way to spin to release the tension.
It’s not that I don’t think she’s pretty. She is. Nice tits, eyes, smile. She checks the boxes of what Ishouldwant—so I flirt with her. Or, flirted, until things got awkward. After that, I just avoided her. And hopefully this party will be the last time I have to fucking deal with her.
“Ready?” Erik calls. “Show your cards and find your partner.”
He flips his own card, grinning at the king of spades in his grasp.
My heart skips as I try to find my mystery girl.
Amanda shows me the seven of spades, her scowl lodged in place.
I shrug at her. “Close enough to a four.”
In truth, I don’t even know what the fuck the difference between the four and seven is. My tastes run dark—which is why I picked high. The card is still in my pocket, and I slide my hand in to cup it against my palm.
“What did you choose?” Amanda demands.
I show her my card. Her eyes go wide, and I smirk. She moves away from me, her cheeks flushing.
“Anyone without a partner has to leave or redraw,” Erik calls. He’s got a girl looped under his arm.
Across the room, Paris has paired with Finch. A surprising match. And I’m mildly impressed that he chose to stay, after all.
The football player I scared away from my girl is with a junior with big tits and a short skirt. I peruse the room, glancing at the cards, and stop in front of the mystery girl. She brushes her long dark hair off her shoulder, eyebrow raised.
“Let’s see it,” I murmur.
She shows me her card, a small smile on her lips.
Fuckable lips.
The red joker stares at me.
I show my first true smile, revealing the other joker.
