Brian lifted his eyebrows and meticulously dusted the pool cue with chalk.

“Dan”

"Yes. She was seriously watching you play just moments ago," Sanford added.

Rosalynn found herself speechless.

"Here, take this. Stand over here."

Brian handed her the cue and guided her to stand in front of him.

Positioned behind Rosalynn, Brian held her hand, encouraged her to lean forward slightly, and instructed her on playing pool.

She could feel his warmth radiating from her back.

Rosalynn froze, sensing his warm breath near her ear.

“Relax. Don't stiffen up."

His deep voice resonated once more, soothing and captivating.

Rosalynn bit her lip and concentrated on the pool game, determined not to let anyone think less of her.

Brian coached her on how to play and eventually, she successfully sank the ball into the pocket.

The room erupted in cheers.

"Give it a try on your own,” Brian straightened and suggested.

“Alright,” Rosalynn replied, lining up her shot using the technique Brian had taught her.

She leaned forward, her torso straightened, accentuating her attractive curves.

Such a posture made Brian think of the scene that he had sex with a woman that night.

He discreetly averted his gaze.

She sank the ball into the pocket.

Applause and cheers followed.

Rosalynn straightened and looked at Brian with her stunning, clear eyes, like a child seeking validation.

For some reason, Brian felt a sense of pride.

With a smile, he said, "Well done, you're a quick learner. Keep going."

"Alright," Rosalynn agreed, her interest piqued as she proceeded to shoot the remaining balls.