Head Over Heels by Lena Matthews (classic books for 10 year olds TXT) 📗

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After a few back-cracking slaps, she pushed him from her and stared up into his face.

“Damn, boy, when was the last time you brought your pretty ass in here?”

“It’s been awhile.”

“I’d say.” The loud woman cackled as she stepped away. When she glanced over Parker’s shoulder and spotted Cyn, her smile widened. “Although last time you were here, your date wasn’t as lovely. Who’s this cute little thing?”

Grinning, he placed his arm around her and brought her forth for introductions.

“Cyn, this is Delilah, my godmother.”

“Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand but it was swiftly cast aside as Delilah wrapped her arms around Cyn, hugging her almost as fiercely as she’d hugged Parker.

“We don’t stand on ceremony around here, girl.”

Nor did they understand the meaning of personal space. “I see.”

“Ya’ll go over there and have a seat. I’ll send Geanie over to get you a drink. And, boy, don’t you think of leaving here without saying goodbye.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Can you go ahead and send Geanie upstairs?”

“Sure can.”

As they made their way up the stairs, Cyn couldn’t help but tease him. “Bring all your dates here, do you?”

“You’d be the first.”

“Then what did she mean when she said I was prettier than the last date you brought here?”

A slow smile spread across his lips, making him look even yummier than usual.

“She’s talking about my best friend, Solomon. He’s as in love with Delilah as I am.

Whenever he’s in town he bugs me to bring him here so he can, as he says, woo her.”

Cyn glanced over her shoulder at the woman in question behind the bar, laughing it up with her customers and found it easy to believe how his friend could become enamored with the vivacious woman. “She seems as if she’s a wonderful lady.”

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“She is,” he agreed. “She’s my mother’s best friend. Back in the day, Delilah used to be a make-up artist and she worked on one of the shows my mother was cast on. They’ve been friends since the moment they met.”

“So now that you have me here, whatever shall you do with me?”

“You mentioned over dinner you enjoyed playing pool.”

“I play a little,” she lied.

“You want to play a few games?”

“Most definitely.”

The upper area was less crowded and more relaxed, which was just the atmosphere Cyn preferred. The three pool tables were filled with players and smokers, smashing the balls to the heavy beat of the music. Parker slapped down seventy-five cents on the corner of the table, signaling he wanted to play next and pulled out a bar stool for her.

Easing up on the stool, she leaned back against the bar and watched the men in front of her clearing the table.

“What would you like to drink?”

“A soda would be great.”

“What, no more alcohol?”

“No, I have to get up early. I have to meet my trainer at the gym.”

Placing his hand over his heart, he let out a moan of despair. “Say it isn’t so, pretty lady. Tell me you’re not trying to slim down this lush body.”

Lush. She rolled her eyes. Man was he full of it. “I’m actually very happy with my body. I work out to stay healthy, not to get skinny. There is a difference you know.”

“Marry me.”

She couldn’t help herself, she had to smile. Something she’d been doing a lot since meeting him. “Now what would you say if I said yes?”

“Thank you, Lord, comes to mind.” Parker’s face was devoid of humor and if she didn’t know better, she might have thought he was serious.

“Whatever, smooth talker.”

“I know you won’t believe me, but it’s only around you.”

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“My drink,” she commanded, giving him a little nudge towards the waitress making her way in their direction. There was plenty of time for him to talk her out of her panties.

Right now she wanted to play some pool.

He racked up the balls, centering them as perfectly in the triangle as he could, trying to make sure everything evened out. This was the official tie breaking game and he had absolutely no intention of letting her win because she was a girl. Female or not, the woman was ruthless.

He should have known he was in for it when she offered to break. No one offered to break if they “played just a little” as she’d claimed. Not only had she made sure the balls scattered around the table, she’d also knocked three solid ones in with the first stroke of her stick. The damnedest part was the vixen had the nerve to give him a little smile and say “beginner’s luck”, as if he would buy that.

But it wasn’t just luck kicking his ass all over the green felt table; it was also her body, which always seemed to be in his peripheral vision whenever it was his turn to make a shot. Cyn did everything from passing behind him and accidentally stroking his ass, to leaning down to check out his shot and pressing her full breasts against his arms.

She was a cheat. A dirty rotten, sexy-as-all-hell cheat and Parker was loving every second of it.

She came up behind him and breathed on his neck. “Here let me help you line that.”

Parker stifled a grin. She just wasn’t going to play fair. “Get your little sweet ass on the other side of the table.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful.” She pouted, making her lips look even more kissable than he could have imagined. Not that he needed any help in the imagination part. All night long he’d been thinking of things to do with and to her, and half of them involved tying her naughty body to the very table he was using to hide his erection.

Parker steadied the shot and forced himself to concentrate on the white ball in front of him instead of the blue balls in his pants. He brought the stick back and sent it