"Well," she took a step forward, "It depends on what you're playing," the red-haired girl, whose name I didn't even bother to learn, purred.
"Then you don't mind if I entertain you with a few tricks. I'm a good teacher,"
"And guess who's a good student?" She flirted back, looking me up and down with a meaningful look.
This red-haired girl was hotter than the one I met at the coffee shop today. But she still didn't interest me as much as that one. Still, this girl was good fun, so I wouldn't say no.
"However, before we begin our game, I want you to know: I am your host's fiancée," I pointed at Clara, who was busy chatting with another guest, with Luther following her from afar. What a pathetic couple.
"Oh, you?" was all she said.
I narrowed my eyes. "You don't seem too disappointed."
