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“Where’s Sophie?” Tank asks from across the table, raising his voice to be heard over the crowd and stealing my girl’s attention away from me.
“Don’t know,” she says thoughtfully, shrugging her shoulders. “She said something about meeting up with a friend.”
Tank nods and sits back in his chair as he thinks it over, his eyes dropping to the table. Something pulls in my chest as I recognize the look on his face. Something is definitely up with those two. I’m just not sure what.
The night flies by way too fast and suddenly it’s one in the morning and Dani has me by the balls, dancing in the middle of Micky’s. She drags me across the dancefloor, toward the bar, and I go willingly, watching in adoration as she orders a round of shots for the boys and throws one back like a fucking goddess. She smirks up at me and finds a stool, however instead of sitting on it like I expect her to do, she begins to climb up onto the bar.
Ahh, fuck no.
She’s absolutely plastered.
Dani starts dancing and shaking her glorious ass in my face as the men in the bar begin to crowd around. One even goes as far as thrusting a twenty-dollar bill in her face, which she gingerly plucks out of his hands. As she goes to grab another, I shake my head. I’m all for women doing whatever the fuck they want that makes them happy, but this girl right here belongs to me. If she wants to shake her ass, then she can do that while grinding it up against my rock-hard cock.
I grab her by the hand and tug her down off the bar, throw her over my shoulder, and make my way back to the table while she giggles and squeezes my ass. “Can you watch her?” I ask Tank. “I’m going to take a quick piss then get her home.” He barely glances my way before nodding and getting back to nursing his beer.
I head off to the bathroom and after taking care of business, I stand at the basin, washing my hands when a drunk surfer dude crashes through the door. He can barely hold himself up. He throws his hand against the wall to steady himself and then looks around the small bathroom, stopping when his gaze falls on me.
A wicked smirk crosses his face as he looks me up and down, and I let out a sigh, realizing he must be one of the many disappointed fans from last year. This shit never gets old. “The big shot hockey guy,” he slurs, taking a step toward me. “She’s too good for you.”
The fuck? Maybe this isn’t what I thought it was.
“Who’s too good for me?” I question, already regretting entertaining his bullshit.
He gets right in my face, and I smell the rum on his breath. “Dani. That fucking bitch is mine. You’ll see. She’ll come running back.”
My back straightens at the mention of her name. Is this the ex? “Tell me then, how come she’s spent the night on my lap and not yours? Why’s she not with you now?”
His face drops in anger as he raises a hand to poke me in the chest. “That’s none of your fucking business,” he snaps.
“You see, that’s where you’re wrong,” I say, grabbing his hand from my chest and twisting it away, my blood boiling through my veins. “Everything to do with Dani is my business.”
Knowing this isn’t going to end well if I hang around, I push him away and walk out of the bathroom before I beat the shit out of him and ruin my career before it’s even begun.
I head back to the table to find Bobby half sprawled across it, leaning in toward Dani in order to hear her over the music. “How many calendars did you sell?” he asks.
“Ah . . . like two hundred maybe,” she says, still as giddy as ever, practically bouncing on her chair.
“Shit,” Bobby says as Tank raises his eyebrows in surprise. “So, you must have made, what? Like four hundred dollars?” he asks looking down at his fingers, trying to do the math.
“No,” she giggles. “More like four thousand dollars.”
“Fuck,” Tank says, beating me to the punchline.
She smiles up at him. “Yep, and tonight’s only your first game. You guys are going to be giving women lady boners all over the state by the end of the season.”
“Okay,” I say, cutting in. “Let’s get you home.”
“What?” she groans. “But I’m having so much fun.”
I laugh at her pouty face, loving the way her eyes get so big when she’s trying to get her way. “Don’t stress, we can do it all again when we win next week,” I say, getting cheers from all the boys at the table.
“Deal,” she says, getting up from her chair. I put my hand out to steady her as she continues to wobble and she laces her fingers through mine, smiling up at me with such adoration in her eyes it nearly knocks me right off my fucking feet. My heart aches knowing she isn’t really mine. If she hadn’t been drinking, she probably would have told me to fuck off by now, needing just that bit of space between us.
