Laney narrowed her eyes at Boris. She had drastically underestimated the man. He had maneuvered her into a corner and now he was going to attack. There was nowhere for her to run this time. She'd tried all of her wiles on him, but he wasn't falling for anything. Granted, her idea of flirting was calf-length leggings and a white sleeveless T-shirt with no bra (because the asshole had cut her only bra to pieces). But it seemed to work. Russian couldn't take his eyes off her dark nipples beneath the light shirt.
Except to slaughter her at checkers.
"You distracted me," she mumbled as he took her last, lonely white checker piece.