Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I gently bumped her with my hip. “Hey, I’m not gonna complain when her handing the quarterback’s wife off to you ended up with us getting free bottle service for my twenty-first.”
“Only because Catherine asked us if we had any big plans now that we’re both of age while I was giving Naomi a blowout.” Ivy patted her wristlet. “She’s ridiculously sweet and gave me a big tip on top of arranging for us to go to The End Zone tonight since she felt bad about not doing anything for my birthday.”
“Nice.” I grinned at my roommate as we left the elevator and headed outside to grab our rideshare.
“She even apologized for not being able to get us into the VIP section since the team had already reserved the whole thing because there was a home game tonight.” Ivy shook her head with a laugh. “Can you believe it?”
“Really? You weren’t kidding about her being the best. Maybe I should try to steal her away from you next time she comes in,” I teased.
When we arrived at the club, Ivy’s friends were already waiting for us. Jen and Stephanie were dressed similarly to Ivy and me, but Darla was dressed to impress with a micro-mini skirt that barely covered her panties, a halter bustier, and five-inch heels. Her makeup was on point too, but I would’ve done something different to her blond hair if they’d come to our apartment to get ready before going out. Maybe a fishtail braid with some red extensions woven in to go with her top.
“Thank goodness you guys are finally here.” Darla hooked her arm through Ivy’s and led her toward the bouncer. “We need to get to our table before the players arrive and are crowded by all the women who’re gonna try to get their attention.”
“Are you counting yourself as one of them?” Jen muttered as we followed them.
Stephanie laughed and nodded. “She really should.”
My brows drew together. “Ivy’s client hooked us up, but she knows we won’t be in the VIP area with the team, right?”
Jen shrugged as she handed the bouncer her ID. “Yeah, but that’s not going to stop her from doing her best to either make her way up there or draw enough attention on the dance floor so that it won’t matter.”
“Does she have a crush on one of the players?” I asked when it was my turn at the door.
“Any of the single guys will do, as far as she’s concerned,” Stephanie mumbled from behind me.
“Happy birthday,” the bouncer murmured as he handed my driver’s license back to me. “Enjoy yourself tonight.”
I flashed him a smile before tucking my ID back into the holder stuck on the back of my phone. “Thanks.”
After I walked through the doors, Ivy wrapped her fingers around my wrist to tug me toward the bar to a small stand to our right. “C’mon, Naomi said we need to check in over here to let them know we’re pre-booked for bottle service.”
“So awesome.” Darla rushed over to the woman who took our information and led us to a table with a reserved sign.
We piled into the curved booth, and before we could even look at the drink menu, our server arrived. “Good evening, ladies. I’m Melanie, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. I understand you’re celebrating a birthday?”
Ivy slung her arm around my shoulders. “Yup, my roommate just turned twenty-one this morning.”
“Fantastic!” Melanie beamed a smile at me. “I’ll bring over a fun shot to help get your night started, along with your bottle service. For that, you have your choice between vodka, rum, or tequila, gin, whiskey, or champagne. And we have a ton of mixer options as well. Everything’s already been taken care of, so feel free to choose whatever tickles your fancy.”
Darla let out a low whistle. “Dang, your client really came through, Ivy.”
“Mm-hmm.” My roommate flashed an apologetic smile at the server before we placed our order, selecting a bottle priced smack-dab in the middle much to Darla’s irritation since she’d wanted to go with the most expensive one. I had a feeling we would regret letting her come along…unless she managed to snag herself a football player.
2
COLE
“We’re looking good for this season,” Lennox, the owner of the New York Nighthawks, said as he sat in the chair next to me. “Some of those plays you’ve been calling shocked the shit out of me.”
I grinned at my boss and friend. “Just call ’em like I see ’em.” As the offensive coordinator for the team, I was in charge of the team’s offensive strategy and called the plays during the game. I was damn good at my job and had a reputation for keeping the other teams guessing.
Lennox chuckled. “Well, keep it up. I still have a couple of fingers that need a ring.”