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You better be waiting for me in our bed when I get home Sunday night.
Naked and ready to celebrate.
Finley
Deal.
I chuckled and was about to reply when the desk agent called, “Next!”
As I stepped up to the counter, Gage clapped me on the shoulder. “We’re meeting in Coach’s suite to watch tapes if you’re interested.”
I slid my ID across the counter to the clerk and stretched my neck from side to side. “Maybe. I’m fucking beat, though, so I might just crash tonight.”
“Up late with your woman?” he asked with a smirk.
I scowled at his innuendo. I didn’t want anyone thinking about Finley and sex. “Actually, I was thinking about the fucking hard workout we were put through yesterday,” I muttered.
Gage’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not that much of a pussy,” he muttered suspiciously. Then he snickered as understanding crossed his face.
“Here are your keys, sir.”
I nodded my thanks to the woman behind the desk and took the two small envelopes she handed me.
“You’re going to call Finley, then spend the rest of the night sulking,” Gage accused with a roll of his eyes.
“I don’t sulk, asshole. But I am going to call my woman and then get a good night’s sleep before we have to play tomorrow.”
Gage shook his head with a laugh, then lifted his chin in farewell and headed toward the elevators.
I followed slowly, taking a look at my key to check what floor I was on. That’s when I realized the woman had given me a key for two different rooms. Frustrated that I had to go deal with this shit, I turned around, but before I took a step, I heard Brady call my name.
He jogged over and gestured to the keys. “It’s not a mistake. I suggest you go to the one on the twentieth floor.”
“Why?” If it were one of the single guys, I would have been worried about what awaited me. But seeing how the information came from Brady, I was more curious than anything.
“I don’t know. We never had this conversation. Enjoy your night.” He waved and stalked off, leaving me even more confused.
Hefting my bag up higher on my shoulder, I moseyed to the elevator and pressed the button for the twentieth floor. A letter appeared on the screen, and I looked up to find the corresponding lift. Once it arrived, I stepped in and looked around, assuming at least one of my other teammates waiting around would be headed to the same floor. But no one moved in my direction, and the doors slid shut. When the car slowed to a stop and opened, I walked out into a typical hotel hallway. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, but everything looked normal. Shaking my head at myself, I padded over the thick carpet to the room at the end of the hall. Above the numbers were the words, “Peony Suite.” I sighed like the lovesick fool that I was. Peonies were Finley’s favorite flower.
Removing the card from the little envelope, I tapped it against the card reader, and it flashed green before I heard the click of the lock disengaging. I pushed open the door into a little entryway and frowned when I saw the lights on.What the fuck?
Why had Brady sent me to this room if someone was already staying there?
“Hello?” I called as I entered. “I think I have the wrong room, but—”
“You definitely have the right room.”
I froze, my pulse skyrocketing, even though I was sure my ears were deceiving me. It couldn’t be. Could it?
My bag dropped to the floor, and I hurried into the living room area of the suite and stopped dead in my tracks.
“Please be real,” I croaked as I stared at what appeared to be my Finley, standing in front of a bank of glass windows that looked out over the city, wearing a sexy as fuck, lacy black teddy. I swallowed hard as my eyes scanned her from the blond pile of hair on her head, to the cups of the lingerie that looked as if they could barely contain her tits, the lace covering her stomach, the strip of fabric that disappeared between her legs, the garters that held up silky, black thigh-highs, and her black, stiletto, fuck-me heels.
“Surprise,” she said with a husky laugh. “I’m very real. Why don’t you come over here and feel for yourself?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. This was even better than the deal she’d just agreed to in our texts.
When I reached her, I’d already shed my coat, jacket, tie, and shirt. “What are you doing here?” I asked incredulously. Then I shook my head. “Never mind. I don’t care. You can tell me after.”
