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“I didn’t say anything, so we might be blindsiding him.”
“It’s going to be fine. Dad loves it when I’m around. Besides, he won’t punch you in public.”
“Jesus,” he mumbles. I turn to stare out the window so he can’t see my smirk. No need to amp up his anxiety. As soon as we drove off, he reached to hold my hand over the center console. I circle my thumb on his hand to try to relieve some of his tension.
“I’d give you a BJ to help you loosen up, but this dress is too tight for all that.”
“Oh my God, Willa.” He laughs, squirming in his seat. “You cannot say that kind of shit to me right now. The last thing I need to do is show up with a hard-on and you on my arm. I’m already struggling with how amazing you look.”
“Not as amazing as I look with your cock in my mouth.”
“You fucking minx, I’ll punish you for this later.”
“Ooh! Yes please, sir.” I have a hard time keeping a straight face when I say it, causing both of us to burst out in laughter. “All right, I’ll stop now. How’s Callie doing?”
“I think she’s doing okay,” he says. I’ve met his mother and sister once, when Zander was playing junior hockey here and living with a billet family. She was a sweet kid. Shy but wide-eyed, taking in the big city. “She hasn’t answered my calls in the past couple of days, which is weird.”
“Have you talked to your mom?”
“Yeah, but that rarely goes well these days.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Any chance you’ll be able to get them to a game to see you play soon?”
“Maybe when we’re in Minnesota next week. We’ll see.” He pulls into the lot and finds a spot. Before we get out, he turns to me and hands me an envelope. “Damian gave me this for you.”
Inside is a note and a credit card.
Beautiful,
This is yours for the night. Alexander knows the limit, he’ll let you know if you get close. Have fun, spend my money on a great cause, and make sure the big guy enjoys himself.
Always,
Damian
“This was unnecessary of him,” I say quietly. Thoughtful but wholly unnecessary. “This is like a weird Pretty Woman moment or something.”
“I think you’ll find he spoils those he likes,” he says, brushing a thumb under my chin. “He likes you a lot.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I kiss the tip as it brushes over my lower lip. “I quite like you a lot too.”
“Same.” He leans over and presses a careful kiss to my lips. “Now, let’s go show off that dress.”
He comes around to the passenger side, helping me out of the car, then ushers me to walk ahead of him. I turn to see him filming me with his phone.
“What are you doing,” I ask, amused.
“Sending live footage to our friend.”
I twirl once and blow a kiss at the camera, before he shuts it down and shoves it back in his pocket. Grasping my hand, we walk inside as a couple. The large room shines with a blue glow, the walls all lined with large tanks full of colorful fish. A server offers us champagne flutes; I take one while Zan declines.
“Such a good boy,” I tease.
“Always.”
“Sometimes,” I correct with a wink.
“Shh, that’s our little secret,” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my neck.
