Warning: Again I repeat, this story has MAJOR OOC-ness….R & R!

Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 Clues, Amy, Ian or any of the characters.

Chapter 3- Pool

Ian's POV

Ian had to admit. Amy's house was huge. It was bright inside, with two large glass chandeliers on either side of the high ceiling. There was a long stairway that led to the second floor and he imagined Amy walking down gracefully from the topmost of the stairs down to the living room. The living room had a purple cushioned sofa with two ottomans one both sides. There was a large plasma screen TV on the other side of the room with a rack of music records and a set of billiards in the center of it.

"Amy, love, I have to say that you have a lovely house." Ian complimented.

"Why thank you Ian! What could I say? I guess those are the perks of being a magnificent business woman." She said with a distinct pride in her voice, saying this as it was like a world-known fact.

"So full of yourself aren't you?" He teased as he moved toward her.

"Yes, just like you." Amy purred as she placed her arms around his neck. "Hey, do you want to play strip pool?"

"Um, what exactly is strip pool?"

"Oh Ian, you and your silly questions are just adorable." Amy whispered to his ear. Her voice made Ian shiver a bit. Who is this woman in front of him and what has she done with his Amy? Ian thought. But as her fingers went to trace circular motions around his chest, he couldn't help but pay attention to her. "So basically, strip pool is just normal billiards, but when you don't make a ball go inside the hole, you remove one article of clothing, accessories and shoes don't count. When you're completely naked, you lose."

Looks like I might see Amy naked, Ian thought. "Okay then, let's start. Ladies first." Ian said.

Amy picked up one pool cue and got a ball inside a hole.

"Bravo love!"

"Well, I practice in my spare time. Now it's your turn."

Ian picked up the pool cue and hit the ball. Unfortunately it missed by merely an inch.

"Damn it!" Ian said as he took of his polo, revealing his toned abs.

In the next two rounds, Amy and Ian kept on scoring so nobody was stripping…yet.

It was Amy's turn and she wasn't able to score.

"This isn't fair Ian. I only have one article of clothing."

"Hey, you're the one who invited me to play in the first place.'

"Oh fine."

Amy unzipped her dress and Ian had never seen a more marvellous sight. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her pronounced and round breasts can be seen. She was also wearing a very skimpy thong, which made Ian's manliness itch. Amy just gave him a sly smile and motioned for him to play. Ian got the cue again. He can't concentrate properly. Well, how can he focus, there was a hot almost naked woman in front of him! And the woman was Amy Cahill! Well, he wouldn't let that stop him and he scored. And Amy wasn't able to again.

"YES! I WIN! I WIN!" Ian cheered.

"Okay, just this once Kabra, just this once." Amy murmured as she walked toward him. She was about to remove her underwear when Ian stopped her.

"Ian, what's wrong?"

"If you don't mind, could we continue this in your room?"

Amy stared at him for a while and then she said "Of course."

Ian picker her up and Amy wrapped her legs around Ian's waist and her arms around his necks. They both leaned in and they were kissing until they went upstairs. When they reached Amy's room, Ian opened the door, both of them went inside and a sound of a door locking was heard.

That could only mean one thing.