Leah Sinclair didn't want to play. She had a gut feeling Morgan Sterling was going to make things difficult for her. Shaking her head, she went to put down her cue, but Morgan reached out to stop her. "You can hear the rules first."
Leah Sinclair and Ethan Shaw exchanged a glance. Asher Keating was already on his feet and walking toward them, which calmed her nerves. "Go on, Eldest Young Master Sterling."
"I'll set up the balls, and you'll take the shots. Just three times. If you win all of them, I'll give you a hundred thousand. If you lose, you'll keep me company for a month," Morgan Sterling said with a smile, rolling up his sleeves.
"I'm not playing," Leah Sinclair refused, her brow furrowing.
"One week."
"I'm not playing."
"Feed me a glass of wine. That should be acceptable, right?" Morgan Sterling let out a faint sigh, as if he was at a loss with her.
"...Fine."
