As the game wrapped up with Darren sinking the eight-ball in a flawless corner pocket, the room fell into a comfortable quiet.
Darren racked the clack of cues and rested on the pool table, face down, lost in thought.
Olivia stretched with a yawn, her lean body arching gracefully, the sunlight from the game room's window highlighting the subtle swell of her breasts over her swimming bra.
"That was fun. Since we've decided on that I think I need a refill on that mimosa," she said, flashing a competitive grin at Darren who only gave her a short glance before returning to his thoughts.
"Really glad you asked for our help in this, Darren," she added. "Nice to know you trust us enough now."
Tamara nodded in agreement, her athletic frame shifting as she poured herself a drink from the bottle of champagne Darren had provided and gulped it down.
"I agree. Hopefully you call us more when you need us," she said with a smile. "I'm always happy to help you, Darren."
