Wes glanced at Penny briefly, taking in the anger pouring from every part of her. For all they'd flirted over messages in the beginning, she'd been so angry and bitter in person, which had been quite disappointing from the start. They could have had such fun, but he'd enjoy finding others to have that fun with so long as she kept up the attitude. It was entertaining for him--it wasn't like he didn't have plenty of women and men throwing themselves at him, there was always plenty to choose from.
The game was going quite well after their added wager, though Wes was starting to get the impression that Phoenix was beginning to throw hands. He didn't mind. He rather thought they'd both already won what they'd come here to win and were only dragging it out for the fun of it. Before long, the three of them were the only ones left in the room, and Wes won another hand.
"I get the impression you're eager to have my cock in your mouth," he accused Phoenix lightly, though there was no disappointment in the accusation. He glanced at Penny, brow quirked. "What do you think, my dear? Would your good friend enjoy being on his knees for me?" He ignored the soft snort of laughter from the other man, keeping his eyes on the dark-eyed woman.