Dante leaned in, his cool breath against my cheek. “Acceptance is the first step to overcoming misfortune.” Misfortune was a light way of describing my current life. “I got a proposition for you,” he said as I felt a shiver race down my back.
I looked at him curiously. “And that would be?”
He looked over at the far corner, where there were a few classic 1940s wooden pool tables. “I win, you unwind yourself through whatever measures.”
I withheld a smartass response. “And if I win?”
“Your misfortune will be no more.”
Studying him, I murmured, “How can you guarantee such a thing?”
“Because I’m awesome,” Dante said with a smirk, a handsome half smile that made me want to press my lips against his. Ugh, I’m dancing with the devil. “Or, are you not so familiar with the game?”
“If I choose not to play, it’s because: one, I have a date, and two, I just don’t want to.”
“Or,” he added, “there’s a tiny mental acquisitiveness that you can’t get rid of when it comes to me, and it makes you want to avoid whatever this is. At all costs.” Ding, ding, ding! He hit the jackpot. However, I refused to let it show that he was right on target.
Dante continued, staring deeply into my eyes. “Although, you may simply suck at pool and don’t want to be shamed.”
I tried my best to hold in every emotion that was bubbling inside of me. It was a mix of excitement and fear. Hot and cold. Night and day. With such contradictions, I couldn’t think straight.
Struggling to hold in my composure, I said, meandering past Dante and toward the pool tables, “I’m a goddess.”
He followed behind me. “Cocky little vixen.”
“Not cocky,” I said over my shoulders. “I told you, I’m a goddess when it comes to pool. I’m untouchable.”