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I had already started a countdown of how long I had until the team meeting, or if I pushed it back farther—kickoff .
After all, the season didn’t start until tomorrow .
Four
Natalia
T his was unbelievable. I waited at the table while Mr. Sex on a Stick bought a vodka drink for me. What was I doing? I could handle flirting. I was used to it. As a Warrior Goddess, I had more numbers crammed in my hand as I walked through the tunnel than a stripper had one-dollar bills. So why was I suddenly letting this guy with piercing gray eyes trap me with a typical bar pick up line ?
He had no idea I was standing there when he almost knocked me to the floor. I was impressed how quickly he reached for me. With one arm, he had me on my toes. I was more enamored with his wall of a chest. Holy hell .
I wasn’t that kind of girl. I wasn’t that kind of Goddess. I waved at Heather. She was talking to some guy with a tattoo crawling down both arms. She smiled and her eyes went right back to him. At least someone knew I had arrived, and I couldn’t be blamed if we lost tomorrow night. I had officially fulfilled my Goddess obligation for the season. I had been on the squad for four months, and I still didn’t feel like it was home yet. I didn’t know that it ever would .
God, I was fed up with all of it. The traditions. The guilt. The embarrassment .
“How’s the drink?” he asked .
“Good.” I took another sip. Vodka had always been my go-to .
If Madame Collette knew I was drinking before a performance, she would have had me doing a hundred pliés to make up for it. My thighs wouldn’t let me do it again. The burn would be seared into my memory. Ballerinas didn’t drink. And they certainly didn’t hook up with random hot guys .
But she wasn’t here, and I wasn’t part of the troupe. No, I was on the dance squad. And this was what the Goddess dancers did .
“Are those your friends over there?” He motioned to the girls, who were probably on their third or fourth drink .
I nodded. “Sort of.” I used the little swizzle stick to push the lime under the ice .
“Would you rather join them?” he asked .
His question caught me off guard. I froze for a second. I could be over there talking about photo shoots and the calendar that was coming out before Christmas. I could talk about how much I loved to shake my ass in front of the fans. How much I loved being on the Warriors’ payroll. How I lived and breathed two things: football and cheering .
But none of that was me. I didn’t want to talk about any of those things, or be reminded that I was a part of the squad .
I looked directly in his eyes, trying not to be thrown off by his dark eyelashes. “I think I like it over here .”
“I’m Sam, by the way .”
“Natalia,” I replied .
“Pretty. Doesn’t sound like a Texas girl’s name .”
I didn’t know why that made me blush. “It’s not. It’s French .”
“French?” His eyes glazed with lust .
There was a moment when the walls fell away and I couldn’t hear the girls laughing. I didn’t hear the guy singing on stage, or the worst pick up lines in history. There was a moment when I felt connected to this complete stranger .
“Mmmhmm,” I responded .
“That explains some of it, I guess .”
I could feel the vodka starting to warm my limbs. “Some of what?” I was curious what he would say .
“Let’s see, I’ve known you what?” He looked at the clock on his phone. “Five minutes ?”
I nodded in agreement. “Yes, I think so .”
“And in five minutes, I can tell you’re different. Just how French are you?” He narrowed his eyes as if he was pretending to be a detective .
