Seth's Cravings: An Endless Series: Book 2 Read Free Page B

grumbled raising an eyebrow at her while pointing the top of
his beer bottle in her direction.
         For some reason that familiar action made my shoulders tense.
         And what was with her name? It was enunciated like
Nah-Dye-zhda which sounded completely foreign.
         Nadezhda’s rosebud mouth quirked. My dick jerked in
response yet again. “Greg, I told you if you would feel better zat I not be
here I would go. I don’t want to ower stay my welcome.”
         Holy shit! This girl just kept it coming. Her husky voice
and Russian accent sent both chills and heat rolling over my skin.
         Greg shook his head quickly. “You know we love having
you here, Nadezhda.”
         Fuck, Greg, could you get anymore up her ass.
         The chick smiled impishly. “Ewen zough I take all your
money?”
         Right, like she was that good. If she did have the
uncanny ability to count cards that wouldn’t work for her at the game of Poker.
These guys were probably too distracted gazing at her face and cleavage to play
a proper game around her, and from the expressions ranging around the table
that looked about right. 
         I wasn’t going to allow myself to be distracted in that
way if that was her plan.
         Greg smiled suggestively and waggled his eyebrows. “As
long as you come you can take my money any time.”
         It wasn’t difficult to catch Greg’s sexual innuendo and
I felt myself stiffening unexpectedly at it. The smile on Nadezhda’s−shit,
that name was a mouthful−face remained but I thought caught a flash of
something in her eyes belying its geniality. Maybe this chick actually had
something going on inside her head besides crafty card tricks.
         “I guess I’ll keep coming zen.” Lifting her glass she
downed the clear liquid contained in it.
         I experienced a surprising flash of disappointment at
her apparent acceptance of sexual suggestions and wondered why I cared. The
chick was obvious and predatory, my least favorite things in a woman. It also
had me wondering if the two had been doing more than playing poker together.  
         “Are we playing anytime today, or has this suddenly
become a book club?” I grumbled lifting my bottle and downing the rest of my
beer. Grabbing the other one I twisted off the cap noticing that Nadezhda topped
off her glass from a vodka bottle she’d brought up from the floor. She was
living the full Russian lifestyle then was she.
         “Yeah, let’s play.” Landon concurred. “What are the
stakes tonight?” He asked pulling out his wallet.
         “We could play light at five hundred or go for a full
thousand.” Jax proposed.
         I found myself watching Nadezhda as Jax made his
suggestion. Her expression remained tranquil but I noticed her pupils flare.
Was it in excitement or trepidation? Did she have the money to play our high
stakes games? I would assume so since Greg had said she’d been to several games
already. Shit, I didn’t even know if this girl was a student or a friend of a
friend. She looked about our age though.
         She remained silent on her preference but looked around
the table. Her gaze was calculating and that was another check against her in
my book…not that I was considering her for anything. I was sick and tired of
calculating females that’s why I was with Melissa.
         Aquamarine eyes suddenly meet mine and froze as her
gaze seemed to get caught in the stare I was directing at her. She stiffened
slightly and her pupils flared again, but I had to hand it to her, her
expression revealed nothing. Curling her lips faintly in a smile she nodded her
head in acknowledgment before her gaze moved on.
         I felt a whoosh of air leave me and realized that I’d
been holding my breath. My thighs and groin were tight and heavy as well.
         What the Fuck! I did not like the reaction I was having
to this female.
         “Let’s do a thousand.” I