Libby Marshal leaned over the pool table lining up her shot, slender hips twitching to KC and the Sunshine Band. She hummed distractedly as she eyed the table. Bobby Menendez stood behind her enjoying the view. His hands moved forward, tingling to touch her.
“Touch me and die, Roberto Hermida Menendez.”
“Man, how did you know?”
She made her shot, long distance across the felt top, snapping her pool cue, nearly nailing him in the testicles when her arm came back.
“Shouldn’t stand so close,” Danny said across the table from her.
“Oh, man, the view!”
Bobby held his hands the width of her hips apart. He bit his lip as she faced him, a frown on her face. Her green eyes flashed at him. With a toss of her short, blonde, curly hair, she moved away from him with a glare. His dark brown eyes followed her, longing in his well tanned face.
“View’s damn good over here, and safer,” Danny grinned.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes