I purse my lips, not liking the sound of that. “You don’t have any faith in me, either?”
She points at Aries. “He told me they used to enter those pool competitions. You know the ones?”
“Ah, fuck,” I grumble. “Someone could have mentioned that before.” I’m going to need a few more drinks to have to deal with his smug demeanor and shitty attitude.
“You could probably distract him,” Decker teases, and then gets elbowed for it by Cara.
I roll my eyes.
It’s clear no one has faith in me, but I’m not going down without a fight.
Or at the very least, multiple rematches.
And maybe even a small tantrum.
Chapter Four
Atlas
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so amused yet annoyed by a woman at the same time. Although she’s trying to hide her agitation at getting her ass kicked at pool, she’s not doing it very well. She’s obviously not used to losing, and seems to have a competitive side to her, which I hate to admit that I like about her. It just means that someday she’s going to raise some winners. Although they’ll probably be judgy little assholes, too.
She’s definitely a woman to keep you on your toes, for the man who fulfills her long list of prerequisites anyway.
I eye the three balls left on the table from our rematch, which I won again, and smile up at her. “We can play something else if you like. Something that I’m not very good at if it makes you feel better.”
Her narrowed green eyes look like they’ve had enough of me, but she’s not going to forget me after this, that’s for sure. I’ve made an impression, whether that be a good or bad one, but I know I’ve gotten under her skin.
“Is this your attempt at trying to get me to have sex with you?” she fires back under her breath so only I can hear.
It takes me a second to process what she said, and I smirk. “You wish.”
I hear Aries making a choking sound behind me, but I ignore him. Decker and Cara have returned to the bar, leaving my brother the only one to witness our interaction.
“I wish?” she replies, offended. “You wish. You and your brother wish.”
Damn Aries, letting the team down by trying to take her home last night.
“Hey, just because we look identical don’t mean we both want the same women,” I fire back, as Aries stands up and takes the pool cue from me.
“Well, I guess your brother has better taste, then,” she replies, having to have the last word. She joins her sister at the bar.
“What was that about? You could have let her win,” my brother says quietly next to me.
“Yes, I could have.”
He shakes his head in confusion.
I could have let her win, but I didn’t. I doubt she would have appreciated that. The woman has pride, and I don’t think she’d want someone to feel sorry for her and let her win.
“I thought you wanted her?” he asks.
“She doesn’t date bikers,” I remind him. “She thinks she’s too good for them.”
Aries pauses for a few seconds, eyes opening in realization. Then, the asshole starts to laugh. “So you wanted her, realized you’re not her type, and now your ego has kicked in?” he states, smirking.
“It’s not my ego,” I deny, eyes darting to her. “I don’t like anyone who thinks they are better than anyone. And clearly, she does.”
“No wonder you were being an asshole to her,” he continues, like I never spoke. “Although the tension is still there, it’s like you were playing some kind of angry foreplay.”