Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
I had no interest in meet and greets with anyone other than scouts who were interested and didn’t even know before coming here that there was so much politics involved in the game. Like everything else, it was about who you knew, unless, of course, you were as good as me and your stats spoke for themselves. Not that I’m bragging or anything.
But now here she comes, and we share a night like tonight, and I can already imagine what life will be like with her as my cohost. She made the night seem so effortless and looked gorgeous while doing so. I’d learned something new tonight as well, that she looked like a young Phoebe Cates, whoever that is. I overheard a middle-aged member of the hotel staff say so as he ogled my girl before I sneered at him, then I snuck my phone to have a look.
He wasn’t lying, though I think my girl is a tad bit cuter, they both seem to share that wholesome, fresh-faced look. My thoughts weren’t very wholesome right now, though; anything but. I’d behaved myself all evening while she traipsed around in the hot little number that showed off her legs when she moved and a little bit of cleavage when she turned a certain way. This dress made the other one she’d worn a few weeks ago look like rags.
I didn’t have to ask to know that it was expensive, it looked it, and if I was in doubt, that was put to rest when I heard a few murmurs about her dress from some of the girls because it was made by some designer, I’d never heard of but who they seemed to envy, Marchesa something or other, who knows.
The way she so gracefully wore the gown with the death-defying heels just reminded me that I’d better work my ass off on the field if I wanted to keep her in the style she’s accustomed to. But something else was to blame for the sudden need to introduce her to something other than kissing. It was being in a room full of men that I deem to be more worthy of her.
It was seeing the admiring looks she got not only from our peers but the staff and even other guests as we arrived and later as we left the hotel. She seemed so unaffected, as if she’d grown accustomed to that kind of attention and something I never knew was part of me reared its ugly head. I was jealous as hell that others saw in her what I did.
I’ve never feared competition before, but tonight, seeing the admiring looks and the way some of those guys smiled in her face made me take notice. Why I didn’t expect that is beyond me, but it was the first time it was brought home to me that she had other choices. Like hell!
I never worry about her being around my boys because, well, they’re my boys, plebians just like me. But Slater and his ilk are on a whole other playing field, and the fact that she spoke their language makes me want to bare my teeth and tell them to get bent.
Now the darling of the party was all soft and playful in my bed, her shoes long gone but that dress still in place. Her eyes sparkled brighter than the diamonds in her ears that probably cost more than some people’s salary, and it struck me in the gut that she was here with me.
Not any of the others that wore their tux like a second skin, like they’d been born in the shit, but me, the contractor’s son with cement under his nails. While everyone was thinking that she was the lucky one, I knew the truth; I’d lucked out big time. All my years of resolve had paid off in one very fine package.
“If I can’t kiss you like that, then you definitely can’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I kissed the tip of her nose as I leaned over her in bed, caging her in with my arms.
“Like you are right now.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and just gazed into my eyes.
I fell into her, no other way to describe it, and the kiss that started out nice and slow soon grew heated. My hands roamed the soft material of her dress to the skin beneath until I cupped her bare breast, playing the nipple between my fingers until she moaned into my mouth and pressed her flesh harder against my palm.
As usual, her kiss went from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye. It always amazes me how someone who’d never been kissed before could be so good at it. So good, in fact, that I was about to eat my own words if I didn’t put a stop to it right this second.