Playing His Game Part 11

Mya winced at her sister's girlish giggle. She sounded so fake and idiotic. Surely, men didn't really fall for that routine. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Roarke's smile widen.

"You're so sweet." Carly angled a bit closer to him. "Your wife must just adore you."

A blush crept into Roarke's cheeks, and his eyes locked with Mya's. "I'm not married."

"Your girlfriend..." Carly trailed off and blinked rapidly at him as she twined a short auburn strand around her long finger.

Mya glowered at the two of them as they made themselves spectacles. Roarke was much too old for her

sister, and Carly shouldn't flirt with every man she met.

"I-I'm not seeing anyone." Roarke cleared his throat and bit back the urge to chuckle when he saw Mya's frown turn down farther.

"Really?" Carly hooked her arm through Roarke's. "Why don't you come with us to the Juice Hut, and we'll all commiserate our single status together?"

"Mya's not single."

Carly shrugged and leaned closer. In a pseudo-whisper, she said, "She should be."

He didn't even bother to refute her statement. "I really can't, but thanks." If Mya got any angrier, her eyes might pop out of their sockets. As fun as it was to tease a response from her, Roarke didn't want to hurt her or make her angry with her sister.Carly's lower lip, glossed in bright coral, protruded. "Why not?"

"I haven't worked out yet."

She trailed a finger down his well-defined arm. "With muscles like these, you can afford to skip one session."

Gently, Roarke pulled his arm from hers. "Not if I want to stay looking like this."

She heaved a sigh before she turned to Mya. "Well, I hope my sister has your number, because I need

someone to show me around."

Roarke's expression was serious. "I'm not the right guy for that."

Carly studied him for a moment, then nodded. She lost her flirty expression, and her spine straightened. "Your loss."

He laughed at her confident tone. "I don't doubt it." But my heart belongs to someone else. He left the words unuttered, but couldn't resist one last look at Mya before he headed to the locker room. The only logical explanation for her anger was jealousy. He frowned as he ran up the stairs. Unless she was afraid he would try to play his game with Carly, and she wanted to protect her. He sighed as he pushed open the locker room door. He knew he still didn't have her figured out.

Chapter Fourteen.

Confessions Over Carrot Delights "Try the Carrot Delight. You'll love it."

Mya read the ingredients listed on the board and grimaced. Carrots, zucchini, kiwi, and pineapple?

"Yuck."

Carly bounced up to the counter and gave the clerk a bright smile. "Hiya."

"Hey." He was young, and he blushed as his eyes were drawn to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "What can I get you?"

"Two Carrot Delights."

"No, Carly..."

The boy looked up from the register and tapped his finger against the register to indicate he waited for

the order to be completed.

"Two Carrot Delights," Carly said again.

"And one of those." Mya pointed to a chocolate chip biscotti.

Carly shook her head, which made the short hair fly around her face. "No, not the chocolate, Billy." She

smiled at the clerk again and leaned across the counter a bit so he could look down her shirt. "Two of the

honey, oat, and berry."

Mya faked a gag. "If I have to drink the carrot thing, I'm darn well getting some chocolate to choke it down."

Her sister heaved a sigh, but nodded to Billy. "Two Carrot Delights, a honey, oat, and berry biscotti, and

one chocolate chip biscotti."

The boy bagged the biscotti in a white sack and slid it across the counter to Carly. As he turned to the blenders, Carly walked over to a table to put the bag down. She slid into a chair. "I'll get 'em when they're ready."

With a shrug, Mya sat down at the small table, noticing two of the male patrons at a nearby table were staring at her sister. She couldn't blame them. Carly was definitely the beauty of the family. She took the biscotti her sister pa.s.sed, sinking her teeth into it with a crunch.

"So, who's that Roarke guy?"

She nearly choked on the biscotti. "I told you. He owns the studio where Bobby's working."

Carly lifted a brow. "Give me a break, sis. He's a lot more than your fiance's employer."

Heat suffused her face. Mya used a napkin to blot at her cheeks and hoped it hid the color. "I don't

know what you mean."

"It's obvious you're f.u.c.king." Before Mya could respond to that, Carly had bounded to the counter to get

their drinks. When she returned with the slimy orange concoctions, she picked up where she'd left off.

"There was a vibe between you two."

Mya rolled her eyes as she stared at the Carrot Delight with trepidation. "You're imagining things."

"I wasn't imagining that you were seething with jealousy when I flirted with him."

"What are you talking about?" Mya had meant her voice to be cool and level, but it sounded defensive.

"You were so p.i.s.sed at both of us, and he was enjoying egging you on."

"Carly..."

"I'm young, not dumb."

"We aren't sleeping together."

Carly quirked a brow. "But you want to."

"It isn't like that."

"Well, how is it?"

To her shock, Mya blurted out the whole story. She didn't gloss over anything that had happened, not

even their first encounter, or the way she had ordered Roarke to use the vibrator. When she finished, she waited for her sister's appalled reaction.

"What a jerk!"

She shook her head. "Roarke's really not that bad. When things first started, I thought I would hate him, but now..."

"I'm not talking about Roarke. Bobby, your b.u.m fiance, is the jerk. I can't believe he told you to go through with it." Carly's blue eyes had darkened with anger. She picked up her biscotti and broke it in two with a cracking sound. "Why are you still with that creep, Mya? You could do so much better."

Mya sighed. "Can we focus on the main issue?"

With a snort, Carly bit into half of her biscotti. "Fine. What's the problem?"

"What do you mean, what's the problem? Any day now, Roarke's going to want to have s.e.x."

Carly leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Go for it."

"Huh?"

"It's your last chance for a fling." Her mouth twisted. "Your precious fiance even sanctioned it."

"It isn't right..."

"Mya, I can see you're hot for this guy."

Mya broke eye contact by picking up the Carrot Delight and taking a tentative sip. "Ugh! It tastes like

cold vegetable soup."

"You'll get used to it." Carly waved her hand. "Don't change the subject."

"Okay, I'm attracted to him." Mya's face turned crimson, and she lowered her voice. "I have this fantasy