Bridget and Callie made extra money by finding overconfident men to skin at pool, and using their feminine wiles to take the sting out of the loss.
That worked just fine until they met Luke and Ray. They wanted to play, but not for money. Bridget impulsively bet them their clothes. She’d risk going naked to see them lose. What would she be willing to do to win?
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“I’m Luke and that’s Ray. My first clue was your drinks. You kept coming over and ordering water to pour into what sure looked like alcoholic drinks. You’d leave the plastic bottles here and act buzzed. It sure fooled those good ole boys.”
Callie nodded. “I can see why that made you suspicious.”
“When I saw that stack of cash I started watching you play and I have to say I’m impressed. It takes a lot of skill to win by inches rather than just running the table.”
Bridget planted her elbow on the bar and looked up at him with wide, guileless eyes. “And is that going to be a problem?”
“Nope,” he said cheerfully. “Those guys are asses. They’re both married to really nice ladies. One of them is even pregnant. But they still trotted out their tired old pickup lines trying to get you go ‘to dinner’ with them. They deserved a good skinning.”
“Do they ever get lucky?”
“Sometimes. Otherwise they wouldn’t try.”
Callie rolled her eyes. “The women must’ve been drunk. Look, Luke, can’t you just bend the rules this once? I’d kill for a good martini.”
He narrowed his eyes and quirked his lips. “Well, I can’t legally sell you alcohol, but maybe we can work out a trade. Play us a game.”
Bridget allowed a slow smile to creep onto her face. “Of pool? What are the stakes?”
“Well, I’d only meant just play for fun, but I’m open to hearing what you have in mind. Ray and I don’t get to play here too much. Wouldn’t do to whip the patrons. It kinda dries up the tips.”
“So, you think you’re that good? What can you afford to lose?”
Callie put her hand on Bridget’s arm. “Hello? Rent.” She shifted her gaze to Luke. “I think we could take you, but money’s tight.”
“Fine,” Bridget said with a challenging tone. “If you really think you’re that good, let’s play best of three. The stakes are our clothes. Lose one game; lose everything but your undies. Lose two; you drive home naked. For the right price we might be convinced to sell them back to you.” She smiled sweetly.
“Done,” he said instantly.
Callie glared at Bridget. “What are you doing? I’m not driving home naked.”
She grinned toothily. “Wasn’t it you complaining that you never feel challenged anymore? So we either win or we get naked in front of a pair of hot men.”