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"I guess your dad is at the meet and greet with all the guys?" Ashley asked. When I nodded, she continued, "Chase said he hates those things. He said the people there act like they're your friends, not just paying guests. That's why we don't go."
"Because no one wants to think of their football gods as having girlfriends?" I asked.
Bec wrinkled her nose. "Exactly. It messes with their fantasies."
"How do you feel about that?" I set my empty glass on the table. "People having fantasies about your man." Other women probably had all sorts of fantasies about Ollie. I did. Thank fuck he wasn’t in the public eye like their guys.
Of course the shoe might be on the other foot. Well, only if people were mad enough to fantasise about me.
"It’s a bit disconcerting," Bec admitted. "They send Hawk all sorts of strange things in the mail. The team has someone to open and check things, but apparently he's been sent underwear, locks of hair, letters with lipstick marks on them. And that's just the normal stuff. The things they send by email are much worse. So I've been told anyway." She grimaced.
"You probably get your share of weird fan mail?" Grace asked.
"Some," Bec replied.
"I do," I admitted. "The weirdest thing I've ever gotten was someone who wanted me to pass on a marriage proposal, and a photo of her breasts, to my father."
"Oh my God, really?" Ashley said, half laughing. "Did you pass it on?"
I snorted a laugh. "Hell no. He doesn't need my help finding women. They find him." And his money.
I noticed Bec checking her watch.
"Hawk said he and the guys might be here after the meet and greet," she explained. "After that, they'll probably be ready to let off some steam."
"As long as they don't bring their hangers-on like last year," said John, the owner of Waves, as he walked past carrying a pile of glasses. He stopped and added, "To be fair, they didn't bring them on purpose. They were followed. You know what those rabid fans can be like." He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and kept on walking.
"Yeah, that would suck," Grace said. "Although, Bam would probably think it's hilarious."
"If anyone found it funny it would be him," Bec agreed. "Hawk on the other hand…"
"I don't think Chase would be very impressed either," Ashley remarked.
"That sounds like my cue to leave," I said. "I don't want to cramp your style." And I really didn't want to be here if my father turned up. He probably wouldn't be alone. I couldn't even guess which woman he'd come here with.
"Don't let us chase you away," Bec said.
"You're not," I said firmly. "It's getting late anyway. I’ll see you all later." I smiled, grabbed my bag and headed for the door.
CHAPTER 11
OLLIE
"Hey, Ollie," Chase said. "How many times did women try to grab your ass tonight?"
The walk from the meet and greet to Waves bar was only three blocks. So far, it didn't seem as though any of our admirers followed us. Slipping out the back door was Chase's idea. The night was cold, but refreshing after the stifling heat and crowds of the meet and greet.
I grimaced. "I lost count. At least seven. And a couple of guys." At least it was only my ass. I mean, that wasn't okay, but I've had women try to grab my cock at one of these meet and greets.
"Dude, you need yourself a bodyguard," Bam said.
"As if no one tried to grab your ass," I said.
"What we really need is some education," Hawk said.
"You going back to school?" Bam grinned. "Damn, I haven't had enough beers for this conversation."
Hawk rolled his eyes at Bam. "Maybe you're the one who should go back to school. You could be the teacher. If anyone is qualified to teach someone about inappropriate behaviour, it's you."
