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looks. Besides, I have Drake. He would never leave his family.”
    Speaking of, Drake comes to the table with our drinks and I start chugging mine down. He sits down beside me and runs his hand up my leg, inching closer to the apex of my thighs. My breath hitches in my throat and I’m heating to an unimaginable level. God, he is killing me.
    I lean over and decide to have a little fun myself. I put my hand in his lap and gently grab a hold of his hardening manhood then whisper in his ear, “Two can play that game, big boy.”His chocolate eyes melt with desire as he stares into mine. I bite my lower lip, desperately trying to hold the moan inside my throat, knowing what that look does to me every time he does it. However, Jake’s perfect timing soon breaks our stare as he and Jeremy make their way over to the table.
     
    Drake
    I was just about to yank Presley from the bar stool and take her to the back room, which we already christened a couple of months ago, when Jake breaks through my thoughts. I will be sure to thank him later for that, dick.
    He is sporting a smug, smartass grin as he walks through the crowd with Jeremy over to our table. If the wad of sweaty money in his hand is any indication, Jake scored big at the pool tables tonight. He folds the money up as he tucks it into his front jeans pocket. It’s obvious Jake is feeling pretty good right now. He is an excellent pool player and I’m not sure why people even try to challenge him; they get hustled every single time.
    As he makes his way over to the table, he quickly takes notice of Delilah sitting next to Presley. His face is sober as he rakes his eyes up and down her body then a faint grin lifts the corner of his mouth. Yeah, he’s going to drive this woman crazy.
    I make eye contact with Presley and she looks like she’s on the verge of puking from the anxiety. I try to make her feel as best as I can by running my hand up the spine of her back. She shivers slightly and leans into my body.
    “Well, well, well, who do we have here? Because, from what I see, it looks like my night just got better,” Jake says with his eyes intently boring into Delilah’s. She rolls her eyes at his extremely lame pick up line. Yeah, this is going to be classic. Where the hell is Darcie? She’s going to miss all the action.
    Presley quickly intercedes. “Jake, this is my best friend from Memphis. She’s staying with us for the summer.”
    “Oh, shit! I thought Reggie was just fucking with me. Looks like I owe him fifty bucks. I didn’t believe him when he told me we were going to have a new roommate.”
    Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. Jake and Reggie are always making bets against each other. If it’s not a big game or races, it’s stupid shit like this.
    Delilah breaks from his gaze and walks over to the other side of the table where she reaches her hand out and introduces herself, “Hi, I’m Delilah St. James. You must be Jake.”
    Jake clasps her hand and holds it firmly while his eyes look intense for a moment and then quickly transform to smiling with wickedness. “That’s right, sweetheart, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive to have you as a roommate. What can I get you to drink?”
    Delilah releases his hand and blushes slightly. “Old fashion cherry Coke, please.”
    Jake’s brow wrinkles in confusion then he looks to me for an explanation. I just shake my head, trying to stifle a laugh that is on the verge of exploding from my body. “What the hell is that?”
    I can’t hold it in anymore. I start laughing hysterically because I know Jake is going to have fun with this once he figures out what it really is. Delilah is looking at me like I’m growing an extra head and says, “Hasn’t anyone here ever heard of it? Coke mixed with cherry grenadine.”
    “…and what else?” Jake still looks completely lost.
    “Nothing, that’s it,” Delilah singsongs as she moves back to her seat.
    “No whiskey or rum?”
    “Oh, no, not for me.