AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As a rule, I never give out my number. I prefer to DM people on social media or have them message my assistant, but I feel kind of bad for Noah and I had only been half joking about sharing her on the plane. I loved sharing women. I loved seeing a woman completely overwhelmed, getting off again and again in a way that could only really be accomplished with two guys.
I smile in anticipation when my phone rings.
“Libby?” I ask.
“Yes. So, you’re Mr. Hart?” she says the words slowly and I can hear traffic noises. She must be walking to her car.
“No, I’m Luka.”
“Luka,” she repeats like that’s supposed to mean something.
“Look, this is all a big misunderstanding. We’re football players, we don’t use our real names on social media. He thought you knew who he was and were joking when you were calling him Mr. Hart.” I realize how lame I sound and look at Noah’s grimace. I guess this is why we don’t date people who don’t know that we’re professional athletes. Maybe neither of us has game.
“Why would I know that?” She sounds genuinely bewildered.
“Because we’re kind of famous?” I sound like an absolute asshole.
“I don’t watch sports.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that. Look, will you come back up and we can start over? I promise Noah’s a good guy and I’m interested in hiring you too.” Inspiration strikes me and I add, “And we can maybe introduce you to some of the WAGs and you might get more business. You wouldn’t believe those women’s closets.”
“WAGs?”
“Umm, wives and girlfriends?”
She's been quiet for a long time, and I think we’ve lost her. I shrug at Noah, and he looks a little dejected. Nothing sadder than a guy with a hard-on who messed it up for himself.
“Okay, but I want that in writing, that you’ll try to connect me.” I don’t bother to suppress my grin. This girl is fucking adorable.
“Of course, sweetheart. We’ll be here and Noah will get it added to whatever contract you have.” He raises his eyebrows and I hang up my phone.
“I’m going to do what?”
“She’s coming back up, try not to be an asshole.” I slap his shoulder and stand to go get us some drinks.
“What am I adding to a contract?”
“That we’d introduce her to the WAGs so she can expand her business.”
“How the fuck are we going to introduce her to the WAGs?” He grumbles behind me as I open his fridge and pull out some drinks.
I shrug. “We can just invite her to a game and set her up in the family box.” He leaves me to go stand by the door and wait. He might act like this is a one-time thing but I know my friend. He’s been obsessed with this girl for months and I suspect she’s going to mean more to him than a quick lay. Maybe more to both of us.
Chapter 4 - Libby
I don’t think I’m a stupid woman but I’m really questioning myself as I wait for the elevator to deliver me for the second time today to the top of this building. In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to say no to the opportunity. I tell myself it has nothing to do with the liquid heat in my core. Apparently, my inner voice isn’t believing that either. Did I seriously almost fuck a guy in his closet without even knowing his full name? Why did letting go have to feel so damn good? Why did he have to be a grumpy asshole and ruin it?
Football players. Professional athletes wanted aesthetically organized closets, right?
I ring the bell again and it opens moments later. ‘Noah’ stands in the doorway, still fucking hot and still a literal mountain. Nervous energy makes me clutch my bag and he releases a long pained breath.
“Hey, I’m really sorry, honey. I just got nervous and you’re so fucking pretty and –”
“Noah, invite her in. Jesus.” A voice calls from behind him and I watch as Noah’s face flushes under his scruff. It’s almost adorable. But adorable isn’t going to make his asshole behavior disappear. Or make my wet panties less uncomfortable.
He stands to the side and gestures me forward with his arm, inviting me inside. I pray this isn’t the worst decision of my life as I cross the threshold and let him guide me into the living room. The other guy, Luka, sits on the couch with a whole bunch of drinks spread out on the coffee table in front of him. He smiles and reaches for my hand, pulling me down next to him like we know each other.
“Hey, Libby, Luka, good to meet you properly, sweetheart. Sorry about the confusion.” His floppy blond hair is cut close on the sides and lays over his forehead. He has little crinkles at the corners of his blue eyes that let me know smiling is his default expression. I feel the couch depress behind me and realize I am sandwiched between the two guys.
