Foreman turned back to Amber, still glaring over his shoulder at the idiots ogling her. Instead of running, he marched over to her, ignoring the "point" she scored by blatantly cheating. If she thought he'd been crowding her before, it was nothing to how close he got now, getting right up against her. She still had the ball, and Foreman didn't try to grab it out of her hands. Yeah, he was pissed off that those jackasses were getting a free show, but he wasn't going to let that get in the way of the energy he'd been working up during the game. Until that moment, he'd been loving every minute of it. Seeing Amber's face, flushed with excitement, sweat making strands of hair cling to her forehead, and the rise and fall of her breasts as she panted, it got his blood pumping, but he actually could concentrate on his game even playing against someone so desirable.

"You think you can play me?" he asked, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. That was exactly what she thought, but as a matter of fact, no matter how hot Amber was, the truth of the matter was that Foreman had seen it before, and he'd see it again. "Go ahead," he taunted. "I'll even give you that point, if you think you need it." The one she'd taken by distracting him--that was fair enough. The one she'd stolen by usurping his turn, that was just sad, that she'd resort to that, and Foreman let her know it by lifting one eyebrow in disdainful amusement. She thought she could use sex, or his anger, or both--well, Foreman figured he could piss her off right back, by calling her tactics into question. And he wasn't going to hold back on his defense, either, if this was the way she was going to play it.