As her cheeks turned tomato-red, Brody winked, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and then did the same to Kristen. “Hey there, Ninja-girl. You’re looking as sexy as ever.”
Angie was grateful Ian had ordered her a glass of wine and took a beer for himself. She knew there was a drink limit if they were planning on playing, which he’d told her they were. He was carrying her membership card for her, and it was how the bartenders and security staff kept track of everyone’s alcohol consumption. Access to the pit was denied if a member had more than two drinks.
The six of them chatted for a few minutes, and Angie began to relax even more, despite Ian’s possessive hand resting on her right butt cheek under her baby-doll top, squeezing her bare flesh occasionally. She looked around the bar and
