“Are you waving this around to taunt me, Miss Steele?” And he smacks me, hard. I gasp. “Yes,” I mutter, because it’s true. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.” I rub my behind as he wanders to the other end of the table, leans over, and takes his shot. Jeez, I could look at him all day. He hits the red ball, and it shoots into the left side pocket. He aims for the yellow, top right, and it just misses. I grin. “Red Room here we come,” I taunt him.