Oh yeah--I'd seen goddamn lacy panties and she was wearing a skirt that should be rolled up over her hips so she could get a good fucking.
"I have a shit ton of work to do," I said slowly, putting the cue down on the table. "And you should really be encouraging that."
And if I have to stay here, I'm gonna stare at her ass, and I'm gonna do something to get myself fired.
Plus: Ryan. Ryan's sister. Ryan's little sister.
Raven sighed like me wanting to do my job was a hardship for her. "Fine. But I was looking forward to this, so now you owe me a game."
"Yeah, yeah." I turned and walked in the direction of the kitchen. "Wear fucking sweatpants next time, wouldja?"
Her laughter followed me even after I'd yanked the door shut behind me.
I knew better than anyone she'd had fantasies about torturing me-except those were violent ones.
Right now, the violent methods were definitely preferable to the literal case of blue balls I was developing.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Raven
"I'm telling you," Camille said, perching on the edge of the pool table to take her shot. "The guy wants to fuck you."
I put my hand on my hip and rolled my eyes. "He's a guy and I happen to be wearing a tight skirt. It's just a...thing. We spent half the afternoon fighting."
"Sounds like he spent half the afternoon fighting with whether or not he should do the dirty with you," Lani put in, typing on her laptop. She didn't even look up from the screen. "And it sounds like you spent the other half perving on his cock."
"I couldn't not!" I covered my hand with my mouth at the admission. Damn it. I wasn't going to say that out loud.
Why did it have to be quiet? And why did I call them to come hang out because Sienna had the bar covered?
Camille grinned. "Spill it."
I pursed my lips as I took my shot. My ball bounced off the corner into the pocket. "Why do you care about it?"
"Because if you still don't want him, I'm still up for taking him off your hands."
"Xavier," Lani reminded her. "Xavier."
She waved her hand in response. "He sleeps with other people, so can I."
"You're not going to take him off my hands," I said, hitting my ball. "He's not on my hands in the first place."
"Doesn't sound as though he'd complain too much about being in your hands." Lani smirked, still not looking up from her screen.
"Lani Montana, I will beat you unconscious with this pool cue if you don't stop that."
"No, you won't. Then you won't get to read what I'm writing about your bar."
"You're not supposed to be working!" Camille tapped the side of Lani's leg with the edge of her pool cue. "Raven's in a crisis!"
Shit me, she was a walking soap opera. "I'm not in a crisis!"
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much."
"Methinks the lady wants to be beaten to her death."
"Methinks the lady loves the other lady too much to do such a thing."
If only she were wrong.
"Do you think he's your person?" Lani finally peered up at me.
"The person to put me in a jail cell for murder? Probably." I picked up my drink. "I've come close a few times in the last week. Tomorrow he might push me over the edge."
The edge of what, I wasn't sure. Anger? Annoyance? Sexual frustration? Temptation? It was all relative at this point. Either one of them could be the first to go if he pushed the right button...Or the wrong one.
I wanted to punch him as much as I wanted to kiss him. I just didn't know which one would be more satisfying.
"You need to be pushed over the edge," Lani said, her attention back on the laptop screen.
"Of an orgasm." Camille snorted and filled up our glasses from the jug on the side. "What you need, my friend, is a break."
I wished. "Where do you expect I get myself one of those? The closest thing I've had to a break in three months is a Kit-Kat."
"Have one right now." Lani closed the computer and set it down next to her. "Why not? It's quiet and Sienna can handle it. Why don't we get Parker to make us some food to go and we go eat down at the beach?"
That did sound good. And they were right-I did need a break. The last week had been crazy on top of crazy, and I really needed to get out of the bar for a while. Not to mention a breather before Yia-Yia showed up tomorrow to finalize her menu for this goddamn reunion ...
"Fine. He has to-go boxes. I'm gonna go make us all a Dirty Screw each, so tell him I want a gyros with extra gyros meat and tzatziki sauce." I put all the balls back into the pockets and grabbed the cue from Camille.