They beckoned him to their lounge chairs, Cassandra's fingers trailing along the rim of her glass as she fixed him with a smoldering stare. "You think you can just flirt and walk away, pool boy?" she asked, her voice a low, dangerous purr.
They beckoned him to their lounge chairs, Cassandra's fingers trailing along the rim of her glass as she fixed him with a smoldering stare. "You think you can just flirt and walk away, pool boy?" she asked, her voice a low, dangerous purr.