Chapter 2: Building Tension
"Hey, man, sorry we're late," Jerome greeted, clapping me on the back as I opened the door to our game room. He was the first to walk in, followed by Brad, who gave me a nod and a smile. I shrugged, closing the door behind them.
"No worries, I just got here myself." I glanced over at Amy, who stood by the pool table, looking like a goddamn vision. She wore a tight red dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, the hem riding high on her thighs. The neckline plunged low, showing off her ample cleavage. I could feel my friends' eyes on her, and I suppressed a sigh. She was dressed to kill, and I knew she was doing it to get back at me for not letting her wear the outfit she wanted to.