Ben noted the bottle of tequila and shot glasses on the table and his mood did a one-eighty as he grinned at Camilla. “Strip poker?”
Her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically. “Uh-huh! I’m kicking his ass. Come on in.”
He was pleasantly surprised when she hugged him as he crossed the threshold. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her tipsy and surmised that she was affectionate when she was drunk. He walked into the kitchen and stood in the doorway and leaned against it, noting that the bottle of tequila was still two-thirds full. Quinten gave him a goofy grin, and then winked at him.
Ben schooled his expression. Quinten wasn’t nearly as drunk as he was letting on. He was probably not feeling any pain, but he wasn’t drunk enough to have lost most of his clothing. Ben also knew that Quinten was a pretty good poker player because he’d lost money to him before. Quinten had a gift for picking up on his opponent’s tells.
“Want to join us? I have his shirt, his boots, and his belt. Things are about to get interesting if he loses much more.”
Ben snorted. “Nah. I have no desire to see Quinten nekkid.”
Camilla leered at Quinten. “I do!” She tipped the shot glass to her lips. “You can close your eyes when his undies come off. Or maybe you can win some hands and even things out.”
Holy fuck. He’d never been so tempted before in his life. But he didn’t take advantage of drunken women either. It wasn’t lost on him that while he might not get turned on by the idea of Quinten naked in the same room with them, it was likely to happen if they were successful in wooing this little temptress into their bed.
“No, sugar.” He thought Quinten glared at him for a split second before he adjusted the boner in his shorts which she evidently hadn’t seen since he was sitting at the table.
“Okay,” she said with a pouty lip. “Here’s your pants, Quinten.”
“Thank you, Camster. I was about to start winning me some pieces of a genie costume, though.”
Camilla giggled as she poured a shot for Ben and handed it to him. “Sure you were, baby. Sure you were. Come in the living room. Wanna watch a movie?”
Quinten scowled at Ben and shot the bird at him as Camilla led the way into the living room carrying the shot glasses and the bottle of tequila.
Ben smiled at Quinten and followed her. Quinten might be horny right now but Ben knew he’d regret it in the morning if they took advantage of her endearing affectionate tipsiness. But that didn’t mean he wanted to turn out the lights and go to sleep either. It wouldn’t hurt to further their cause a little while she was feeling relaxed.
She sat down on the couch and he joined her on the comfy sectional, sitting right next to her as she popped open the recliner with a giggle.
Ben noticed that Quinten kept her jacket and he also had her fuzzy house slippers, which she must’ve changed into before they started playing. Quinten collapsed in the spot on her other side, more lying on the couch than sitting, and looked up at her with pathetic puppy-dog eyes. He was still shirtless. She giggled and then went quiet. Ben saw where her eyes were drawn.
Quinten hadn’t zipped all the way up, nor had he buttoned his fly. Ben’s cock hardened and time seemed to stop as she bit her soft lower lip. Quinten glanced at Ben, and he wondered if Camilla knew she was bookended by two willing slaves at the moment.
“I gotta pee,” she whispered as she got up. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Ben hid a smile at the way she fled the room.
Quinten looked at him, mostly clear-eyed. “When we got here, one of the screens was off her opened bedroom window. She thinks it blew off but it was propped against the house, at an angle. I didn’t tell her that because I didn’t want to scare her. I think your instincts about staying with her were all that kept her from catching an intruder in her house while she was alone.”
“Did she leave her window open?”
“She said she might have.”
Ben nodded. “I’ll let Hank know. There’s not much he can do without more evidence.”
Quinten rested his head against the couch. “I know, but you know she won’t go for us staying more than just this one night.” He bounced his head on the backrest of the couch. “This thing is comfortable.”
“Good. It’s where we’re sleeping tonight.”
“Hopefully not for a while. She was just telling me about her days as a stripper when you showed up.”
Ben rolled his eyes and chuckled. “If you were aiming for a lap dance, she needed to be the one with fewer clothes on, not you.”
“Nah, I was letting her win so she’d feel comfortable. Plus…” He patted his abdomen. “I was giving her a good long look at the Parks physique. A little temptation couldn’t hurt, right?”