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me. I looked up and there he was staring right at me with a scowl on his face.
    “Jack,” he said, in a warning type tone. I didn’t know who this guy thought he was but that behavior wasn’t going to fly in my cousin’s place.
    “Sir,” I said, but he put his hand up and I knew it was time to be quiet. Shane had something about him that made him so damn domineering. I didn’t know if it was the leather jacket he had on or the sexy wave to his hair, but my body felt like it belonged to him. Every virginal part of me demanded he have his way. 
    The second that Jack scrammed as Shane asked, he took a seat in the same chair.
    “Sonya, give me a beer.”
    “Any particular kind?”
    “You don’t remember?”
    “No,” I lied with the straightest face I could pull off, but he didn’t believe me.
    “Babe, please, just give me a beer.” I got his Miller Genuine Draft that he ordered before. The bottles were twists so I used the edge of my blouse so I didn’t hurt my hand. His eyes moved straight to the bottle and in that second I knew he was interested. Those eyes spoke lust. Then, just has I lifted the beer to put it on the counter, his tongue peeked out and ran across his soft lips.
    “Thanks, babe.”
    “I’m not your babe,” I stuttered out with no real conviction in my words. The heat on my face grew fast as hell.
    “Whatever, Sonya. I’m going to play a game with my friend over there, and if you could bring me a bucket of beers, that would be great.” He downed his beer and slammed it down on the bar and walked away. When I took his bottle, I saw the bill he dropped down to pay for his beer. I tossed the bottle and rang up his order. Once I had his beers in a bucket, I walked it over to the table. Feeling a little more stable with the handle, I set it down at the table next to their game.
    “Thanks, Sonya,” Shane said. My name rolled off his tongue and ran straight down my spine.
    “Um…here’s your change, Shane,” I whispered, stretching my hand out to him. He immediately clutched my hand crushing the bills in my hand and moved into my space.
    “Sonya, don’t insult me like that again. I walked away on purpose. You keep that,” he whispered gruffly through gritted teeth. I tried to pull out of his hold because it felt so good that I wanted to stay. “God, what I want to do to you,” he growled and let go of my hand. He turned back to his game like he didn’t just turn me into a puddle of mush.
    I stood there watching him bend over the table, the pool cue in his hand. Arching his back he leaned over and aimed. He hit the ball perfectly, making his shot with ease.
    Just as I stared at him, Jack came up beside me. “Enjoying the view? I don’t know why he even has to stretch. At this height he should be able to reach across the table without trying.”
    “I was just curious to see if he was going to make the shot.”
    “Yeah, right,” he whispered in my ear. I heard a growl come from the other side of the pool table. I turned my eyes back to Shane who was looking at me like I was in deep shit. He didn’t have a right to look at me that way, but, for some oddball reason, I liked it.
    “Do you want to actually play, Jack?” he snarled, inching around the table toward us.
    “Don’t get all pissy. I’m just talking to my girl.”
    “Your girl?” he asked, eyeing me the whole time looking for a response from me.
    “I’m not your girl, Jack. It’s last call, so enjoy those beers, fellas.” I walked away before I looked back at Shane. He was slowly moving closer and it scared me. I felt the urge to climb onto him like a ladder and let him do whatever he pleased. From the possessive glint in his eyes, I knew he wanted to be pleased. The entire time I prepped for closing the bar, I felt his stare on me. Every once in a while, I would look in their direction and he’d give me a subtle smile. Thankfully at those moments, Jack hadn’t been looking at us. His head been constantly buried