Jordan sputtered with indignation as she watched Akai disappear behind a barricade that was both physical and magical. She slapped her hand on the small table standing next to her chair and it wobbled and almost crashed to the ground. The unused ashtray bounced and slid to the edge before stopping.

She'd never seen Akai look so happy before. Jordan had always admired and wanted the neko. When she'd seen the sparkle in his eyes and heard him whistling that ridiculous tune, she'd thought that his defenses were low enough, that maybe, just maybe, he would look at her. She couldn't just sit still without trying to take advantage of his good mood.

Her hand clenched into fists then she opened it and looked at her fingers. She had touched him. Her fingers felt the curve of his chest, they'd followed the indents of his stomach and had almost reached the waistband of his pants before Akai had grabbed her wrists. She wanted to see those muscles and touch them without the barrier of a shirt. She wanted him.

Who the hell was this Kita anyway? She would make the woman pay for trying to take the man who was destined to be with her. Oh, yes, she would eventually win and make the neko hers. Her eyes narrowed and a wicked smile slid over over lips. She always got what she wanted in the end.

She stood and moved towards the pool room with a boneless grace. When she entered the room her eyes zeroed in on her target. A puffy cheeked neko with a short nose held a pool stick and stood laughing with some of the others from Akai's gang. She waited until she'd captured his gaze with her own before she walked towards him.

She swung her hips slowly as she moved, making every move sensuous. She knew she'd already snared his interest. It was perfect, and it was too easy. She reached out and took the pool stick, turned and bent over the table, making sure her body brushed the unsuspecting neko's. She aimed and took the shot with a sharp crack against the cue ball. The balls ricocheted about the table and three solid colored balls dropped into three separate pockets.

She'd cleared all the solid balls, except the eight ball, off the pool table in one go. She grabbed the square of chalk and upended the stick. She brushed the chalk over the end of the stick using a circular rubbing motion. Then looked over at the neko and coyly pursed her lips to blow the excess chalk off the tip.

Moving to the other side of the table, she bent low, giving her prey a clear view of her breasts as gravity pulled the collar of her shirt away from her skin. She pointed to the far left pocket and hit the cue ball with a sharp rap. The cue ball hit the black eight ball then reversed direction, leaving the black ball to zoom into the pocket alone.

Jordan stood, dropped the pool stick onto the table, and smiled her most sizzling smile at the puffy cheeked neko. “Since your game is finished, would you care to join me for a drink?” She tilted her head and flirted unabashedly with the cat.

He nodded jerkily and followed her back into the main room as if he were in a trance. Jordan rolled her eyes when she turned away from him. She really disliked weak willed men. There was no challenge to it. She waved Martin to the end of the bar and ordered two gin and tonics. She passed one to the neko then licked her lips and purred, “now... tell me all about Kita.”