Steph nudged me under the table. "Don't look now, but a hot guy with his own Chess set came in."
"And..." I asked.
"He's mine." She said with a strange tone. I shrugged.
"May I join you ladies?" Mr. Perfect asked.
I ignored him, studying my first Chess move.
Steph must have nodded, batted lashes over large blue eyes and tossled her blond hair. He pulled out a seat across from her and sat cooly.
I made eye contact and he said, "You can ditch that board. I'm going to play her on mine."
I ignored him and studied his small, magnetic set. I chuckled. "Thought it would be larger." He turned red and Steph kicked me.
There was a tiny detail he didn't know, besides Steph being married, she didn't know how to play Chess. I was going to teach her.
I watched from the next table and waited for someone to play me. It didn't take long. An elderly man joined me and we soon had a lively game going.
I listened to Steph whine at the next table about plays and moves. I finished my game with my partner and he left. Steph went to the restroom.
Mr. Perfect sat across from me. "Set it up." He demanded.
I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest. "Dude, you may be used to bossing around women, but I am not one of them. Set it up yourself."
He was taken aback. I was older, heavy, but smart, skilled and my 'pretty' grew on you.
He set it up, making himself the white player, probably feeling intimidated now.
Steph came back and stood watching us pouting as we flew through the game.
She made a big show of sitting alone at the other table and fiddling with the pieces.
"Checkmate!" My partner exclaimed.
I shook his hand and said, "Good game."
"Well of course! You played me. Rematch?" He asked.
"Why not? You scared?" He was trying to egg me on.
"Nope. Bored. That's why I let you win; to get rid of you. Go play with my friend and she's married, by the way."
Luckiy Steph and I had come in seperate cars. I walked out and drove away. She may win at her dangerous game, but I won games of skill.
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