Chapter 29: Chelsea's Date

“You ready to shoot some pool?” Darren walked out of the hallway, buttoning his shirt. “I know I’m ready for a beer, that’s for sure.”

“Almost.” Chelsea sat on the couch, zipping up a pair of black boots. When she was done, she stood, and Darren could only stare, his mouth slightly open. “What do you think?” She wore the tightest pair of jeans Darren had ever seen her wear, the material hugging her like extra skin, and he couldn’t even remember her owning a pair that tight, her boots pushing up her heart-shaped ass. She wore a low-cut blouse that revealed quite a bit of her tanned cleavage, leading a tempting trail down to her secrets, while hugging her curves in a way that made him jealous. “By the look on your face, I think I achieved the goal I was shooting for.”

“You were going for sexy as hell?” he asked, his eyebrows arched as he gave her a shocked expression. “To shoot pool? Since when do you care how the people we shoot pool with look at you?”