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When the server comes, I order the chocolate torte and then I say, “We’ll take the chocolate covered strawberries too.”
I cock a brow in challenge when I see Patty watching me, her mouth shaped in a small O.
The server says she’ll be right back with our order.
I look over at Patty. “I’m in the mood for messy.”
Her cheeks flush.
I will my body to calm the hell down. I usually react to Patty, but I control myself. After that kiss. . . well. . . the stakes have risen.
My inner self says,watch it, Evan,you’re treading down a slippery slope.
When the dessert arrives, Patty chooses a bite of the torte, which is delicious. I hold a strawberry to her mouth and turn my head. “Evie is watching us,” I lie because I want to feed her and it’s wrong to deceive my friend, but sometimes, it feels like she’s caught feelings for me too. She’ll check me out or look into my eyes a little too long. I see something in the depths of her baby blues before whatever it is gets shut down. I’m pushing my luck, but I’ve always taken chances. That’s what got me this far in hockey.
She takes a bite into the strawberry as I hold it to her mouth. The chocolate breaks and the strawberry juice squirts and she flinches. “I told you it would be messy,” she laughs.
I pop the rest of the strawberry she just took a bite from straight into my mouth. I’m hoping to catch a taste of her sweetness, but it isn’t the same.
“So, about that kiss,” I say again. “We’re good, right? I don’t want things to get weird between us because it was a damn good kiss.”
“Was it a good kiss?” she asks back, checking out her manicure.
“You know it was. I heard you whimper,” I tease.
“I did that for effect, Hayworth.” I see what’s she’s doing. Fine, we can play that game.
“Fine. It was the best fake kiss on record,” I propose to appease her.
“That doesn’t make any sense, but I’ll take it,” she replies.
When the bill comes, she insists on paying and for the sake of our friendship, I let her pay.
When she drives me home, I ask her if she wants to come upstairs to watch a movie or something, but she yawns and says she has to go to bed. I hope she’s really tired and not pulling away because I need Patty in my life.
CHAPTERTEN
Patty
I burst through my apartment door and strip off all my clothes. I’m horny and needy, and I don’t know what is happening to me, other than I can’t get the way Evan pinned me to the wall and kissed the hell out of me out of my head. Then he was feeding me those damn delicious and very sensual strawberries. I had the urge to suck on his fingers, which led to the urge to suck on his dick, and so for the rest of dinner I was envisioning blowing my friend while wondering what his penis looked like. That isn’t normal. If Evan knew how I was feeling, he would be deeply offended. I’m a horrible, terrible friend. I’m so needy, I head straight to my bedroom naked, turn off the lights, and get into bed. I lean over my side table and pull out one of my vibrators as I think of kissing Evan. I think of his hard length pressing into my belly and that embarrassing moan that escaped me when his tongue swirled with mine. I come hard and fast, and it doesn’t seem to be enough. So I go for a second round, thinking of my handsome buddy Evan Hayworth, his dark eyes as he fed me those berries, and I come again. I begin to think something is wrong with me, like I am really broken, because I want a man who isn’t available. I want him like I need oxygen.
He’s Daddy’s player. My father would have a fit. Plus, there is the whole non-fraternization policy because I work for the team. I could lose my job. It all starts to make sense to me. I want Evan because I can’t have him.
* * *
The next week and a half we are travelling from state to state and across the border into Canada. I keep a distance from Evan, except for when he comes to me to get injuries iced. The one time he asks for a massage I am practically holding my breath as I knead through the muscles on his glorious back. I try hard not to check out his ass, but it isn’t easy when it’s so fine.
By the time we have a few days back in New York, Skylar notifies me she and Liam just bought a townhouse. They went to see it when I was in town last week and I got to spend the evening with Crew, which was awesome. Now my best friend is happy and building a life with her special someone. Crew has the father he never had growing up. Things are looking up, especially for me, because with Skylar and Liam moving, their apartment will be available for me to move into before Christmas. Evan and I will be next-door neighbors. It’s no big deal. Really, it isn’t.
After the great news, we are back on the road again. We take a flight out west to play Vancouver. Then we fly back to town. I’m very much looking forward to my night off in the city. I message the group chat I have with my girls and suggest a girls’ night. I place my phone face down as Evan saunters into my office.
“We going to hang out tonight?” he asks.
“Sorry, I just messaged the girls. Do you want to join?” I offer, even though I know he won’t want to hang out with a bunch of my girlfriends.
“Thanks, but I’ll pass. I haven’t been out with the guys in a while. I’ll hit them up,” he says, but I can tell he’s disappointed. I feel terrible for brushing him off, but it isn’t my fault this attraction has gotten out of control. I just pretended to be his girlfriend, he’s the one who fucked my mouth with his tongue.
Now I can’t get Evan out of my head. His handsome face pops up in my mind randomly, along with his hotter than hell body. That kiss is burned into my memory. The way his tongue explored mine like he meant it, like he was hungry for me and not just putting on a show. I know he didn’t mean it to come across that way. The guy is probably just a great kisser. It doesn’t matter anyway. But I’m not buying my own bullshit. Our friendship has taken a hit. I don’t know how to restore it. Not when I’ve been getting off to his face and body every night. I’m a horrible person.
