“I like the way you think, Shiloh. But I was talking about pool. The bar is named Balls for a reason. I’d offer you up a different kind of game but I wouldn’t want you to break your rules.”
“Dinner before groping. And before you ask again if I’m trying to get into your pants, I’ll remind you, I don’t try to do anything. I assess what I want, plan, and execute. With trying comes a possibility of failure. And I never fail.”
“Never?” she asked and dipped her chin, exposing more of the sexy column of her neck.
I leaned closer.
“So, say you wanted to get into my pants, you’re saying you’d get in there?”
I was being outplayed. Shiloh knew exactly what she was doing.
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