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Vicki rolled her eyes. “Says who? Hollywood or some backward ideology of who deserves to be happy? We aren’t doing anything wrong and we aren’t hurting anyone. We have just as much right to have a dream man as any corporate lawyer.”
“I know that, but this is real life. What if I can’t trust him?”
Vicki’s eyes softened. “Trust yourself. If he seems like a creep only out to get some, then move on. If not, seriously, why would you not take a chance with a professional baller? Even if he is the preppy one.”
Angela poured shots of tequila. “There’s nothing wrong with being the preppy one.”
“True. The good guys always fall in love fast and hard,” Vicki said thoughtfully. Her eyes widened again. “You could be on the next reality show with athlete wives.”
Angela held up a hand to stop her friend. “No one’s talking about love or marriage. I’ve worked too hard to get my degree and take care of myself to give it up to become some baller’s trophy wife. I’m just thinking we might date for a few months and even in that time, I’m not planning on taking his money.”
“Why not?”
“Because when it’s over I don’t want to owe him anything. I won’t be dependent on anyone but me. I like Isaiah, and if the vibe is still there when camp is over, I’m willing to date him after Cory finishes the program.”
Vicki crossed her arms and pouted. “Only you would hesitate at the chance of being a baller’s wife. You know half the women in here would be setting the trap to land him for life.”
Angela placed the shots on a tray for the waitress and chuckled. “I’m not half the women in here. I’m me.” And she’d worked too hard to stand on her own feet to entertain the idea of giving control to anyone else.
CHAPTER 9
She’d kissed him.
He’d kissed her back.
Damn! The kiss had been good. Great. Not enough.
A week later and he couldn’t stop thinking about her lips, so soft and delicious. The slight weight of her curves barely pressed against his body. The struggle to not lift and turn her until she straddled him, not run his fingers through the thick softness of her hair and not press his dick into the heat at the juncture of her thighs, was very real.
“When does Bridget come to town?” Kevin’s voice broke into Isaiah’s thoughts.
Isaiah blinked and slightly shook his head. He glanced around at the camp kids as they took dozens of pictures in the Gators’ locker room. His focus was on hiatus today. Instead of making sure the kids were enjoying their tour of the stadium, he was still thinking about a kiss that shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
“Tomorrow,” Isaiah said. “She’s supposed to be in town by the time I’m finished with camp.”
Exactly why he shouldn’t be thinking about Angela’s kiss. He had to talk to Angela and apologize for kissing her. But the idea of saying the kiss was wrong seemed ridiculous.
Nothing that good could be wrong.
Yet, kissing her back, especially like that, had been wrong. Bridget was on her way. He couldn’t break things off with her before they’d even started just because he was attracted to Angela. Could he?
“No offense, but you don’t seem that excited,” Kevin said.
Kevin was dressed casually for the tour in a yellow T-shirt and camouflage cargo pants. The kids had gotten a kick out of asking about Kevin’s tattoos. Especially the newest one of the championship trophy on his right forearm. Thank goodness Kevin was focused on what they were supposed to be doing.
Isaiah tugged on the collar of his navy-and-white-striped shirt. “I’m looking forward to seeing her.”
“Why don’t you sound convincing?”
Isaiah knew why; it was because he wasn’t convinced. Keri announced it was time for the group to move up to the executive suites for food, mercifully sparing him from having to answer Kevin.
The tour was one of the scheduled times for parents and guardians to interact with the team. A good time for him to talk with Angela without drawing suspicious looks from Keri, which reminded him of the other reason he shouldn’t have kissed Angela. He didn’t want to jeopardize Cory’s chance to remain in the program any more than she did. He’d had to leave camp early the day after the kiss and hadn’t gotten a chance to talk with her the rest of the week. But in the days since he’d known he needed to address what had happened in that locker room. He didn’t want to lead her on.
