Men in tailored suits were sitting around the table, drinks within reach as they all talked amicably until Kit and she walked into the room.
Now they were looking at them, and Luna understood all too clearly what her role was to be this night.
Eye candy.
Sure, the men spoke to them both, but their eyes lingered on her, never going any higher than the low cut neckline of her dress that did wonders for her cleavage.
Some weren’t ashamed at all by their staring, even with dates at their sides.
“Leave it to Nix to bring the most beautiful woman in the room,” a man said with a chuckle, and as her gaze shifted in his direction, she saw that it was Robert—Kit’s target.
It didn’t seem to matter that the woman sitting in his lap frowned, glaring at him, though Luna didn’t feel much sympathy for her since she was pretty sure that wasn’t his wife.
Robert Morrison was much shorter in person that she was expecting, five-five, if an inch. He wore wire-framed glasses that were propped at the end of his nose. And despite the way he wore his hair, she could still see the bald spot he was trying to conceal.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight, Dick,” Kit lied smoothly as he pulled out a chair for Luna to sit in before claiming his seat at the table.
It was clear that Robert didn’t like that name, but he was smart enough to not call Kit on it. Then again, he seemed too interested in looking Luna over to say much of anything.
“We landed a new contract at the firm,” he said with a shrug of his shoulder and a squeeze of the woman’s ass sitting in his lap. “I thought I’d celebrate.”
“By losing all your money?” Kit asked with a quirk of his lips, “Doesn’t seem very much like a celebration.”
Robert laughed boisterously. “Am I losing to you? Don’t forget Nix, you may have a mind for business, but your poker face is shit.”
Luna’s expression didn’t change, but inwardly she was wondering if they were talking about the same man.
Kit’s poker face was better than anyone she knew.
Which could only mean that if they played together before, Kit had purposely showed his hand, if only so Robert would let his guard down.
“I’ve brought my good luck charm this time,” Kit said.
“And what a charm she is.”
Luna wondered if he even realized how smarmy he came across, or if he actually thought what he was saying was charming. It wasn’t what he said, necessarily, but how he said it.
But she ignored him—there was nothing to worry about with Kit at her side, especially considering he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She wondered how he could possibly be winning when every time she looked up, his gaze was trained on her instead of his cards.
Not that she was complaining.
It was thrilling, being the object of his desire—especially in a room full of exceptionally beautiful women.
Luna wasn’t ugly though she thought her eyes were a little too wide, and her chin a bit too pointy, but these women looked like they made it their job to look as attractive as possible—from the expensive dresses and heels, to the expertly blended makeup they wore.
Yet still, Kit only had eyes for her.
“A drink for the lady,” Robert said with a nod, setting a glass filled with a yellow liquid in front of her.
She hadn’t even realized he’d moved from his spot at the table, let alone that he had went through the trouble of fetching her a drink. But despite the gesture, she didn’t touch it.
“I—”
“She’s not going home with you, Dick,” Kit said, his eyes finally back on his cards as he scanned what the house had laid out, then tossed out a few chips.
“You’ve never been opposed to sharing before,” the man threw back with a sly grin, tapping his thumb against the felt of the table.
Luna knew better than to react to the man’s dig, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about what he meant.
No, she knew what he meant—that was pretty obvious—but she was curious whether or not it was true.
It was possible—he had told her there had never been anyone special before—but the idea didn’t sit well with her. She remembered all too well what it meant to be ‘shared’ and the idea that Kit would do something like that … but that wasn’t who he was.
She didn’t believe he would force a girl to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.
He had shown her that.
“Are you playing the game, or not?” Kit asked with a nod of his head at the table in front of them, but whereas his tone had been indifferent before, there was an edge now.
“Of course, of course.”
But he didn’t move away, not immediately. Robert lingered instead and for the third time that night, he touched her shoulder.
“Is there anything else I can get you before I beat Nix, here?”
Still trying to play coy, Luna smiled but shook her head—she didn’t even want the damn drink.