“Well thank Christ for that.”
I stared at him. Then I burst out laughing.
Ty didn’t find anything funny.
“Babe, we got a game to get to. I spent a day makin’ the connections to get a chair. But, the doors close, the deck’s cut, they don’t let anyone in.”
My hand went behind me to the table again to hold myself up when he called me “babe”. Again, I had no idea why, it was just that it was casual, it was an endearment and for many men, it was throwaway. They said it to women they didn’t even know.
Ty Walker was not that kind of man. He was not casual. He didn’t do anything throwaway. Every move he made, every word he said had meaning. I knew this down to my bones.
“Lexie…” He was now growling.
“Um… one thing,” I said quietly.
He sighed audibly.
I kept going. “I don’t know how to play poker.”
“That’s good because women don’t sit this table.”
I was back to staring at him. Then I asked, “So what am I supposed to do?”
“Get attention.”
“What?”
“Poker isn’t all about the cards. Poker’s mostly about attention. You got a woman whose legs are like yours, tits are like yours, hair is like yours and ass is like yours, all she’s gotta do for me is sit there and half the men at the table won’t be concentrating on their cards. They’ll be thinking about your legs, tits, hair and ass, how much they want ‘em and just what they’d do to get ‘em.”
“I appreciate the compliment, Ty, but I don’t think I’m all that.”
“You got a dick?”
I felt my mouth twitch.
Then I answered, “No.”
“Trust me.”
I really had no choice; it wasn’t my money anyway so I decided to do that. Trust him.
But I asked, “So is this always your tactic, bring in some woman that gets attention?”
“I’ve never had class with a rack and an ass like yours so, no. We need the money so tonight I’m tryin’ somethin’ new.”
There it was again. Another supremely effective Ty Walker compliment.
My fingers pressed deeper into the table.
Then I asked, “Do you lose concentration when a woman you want is in the room?”
“I hope not or tonight we’re f**ked.”
And there it was again. My fingertips slid out and my palm pressed into the table.
That was when he asked, “We gonna go or you wanna stare at me some more?”
I sucked in breath. Then I walked to him. He stood where he was and watched. When I made it to him, I got close, tipped my head way back and put my hand flat on wall of his chest.