Page 118 of Renegade Ruin

And yet I’m wet at the thought.

Fucking Bishop. I’m going to both thank him and kill him for this.

I mutter for Indie to switch seats with me, and we swap just as Luca does the same.

“Willow, it's so good to see you.” Luca offers his hand, which I shake.

“It’s good to see you too. Surprising, though. Shouldn’t you be in Arizona?” I shift my weight, thankful when the toy jostles enough that it’s not directly on top of my clit.

“My brother and I thought one of us should be in town for the gala. We’re very interested in partnering with Renegade Hearts and wanted to show our support. We’d love to speak with you about a partnership and getting something similar set up to what you have with the Renegades on the west coast.”

My phone buzzes in my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look and see what my devious catcher has to say.

“Absolutely. We’re happy to have you. I know we’ve spoken before about setting something up, but then with the…” My voice trails off. The last time we spoke was before the crash.

“We were very sorry to hear about the team, and your father. He was a good man.”

People throw around the word sorry like it’s nothing, but the way Luca bows his head, I’m inclined to believe he means it.

Bishop amps up the vibrations, and I can feel his smug stare on the back of my neck.

“Thank you for saying so,” I manage to say without a hint of a moan.

I’m seriously going to make Bishop pay for this.

“I’m eager to hear about your plans for the team.”

That makes one person. Luca and his brother, Enzo, are two of the younger owners in the league. Of the two, Luca is the charismatic one. Always being photographed by the paparazzi with a new woman on his arm at every event opening and nightclub he enters. Enzo, on the other hand, is more reserved. Definitely more my speed if I had to guess. The two of them are a force to be reckoned with.They shook things up when they bought the Monarchs five years ago. While none of their ideas have been quite as ambitious as mine, they might be a good duo to bounce ideas off of. That is, if I can ever get them past the board.

I offer him a tight-lipped smile. “I’d love to chat with you about them.”

Luca's megawatt smile reveals two small dimples in each of his cheeks. Having been a ballplayer himself, those two little indents are just the cherry on top of a stunning man in a suit.

Am I seriously sitting here checking out one of the other owners of the league?

I fully blame the toy in me for ramping up my sex drive to ungodly levels.

I focus back on Luca just in time to see his gaze trail back up the length of my body and lock with mine.

Shit.

My lips part and I’m about to tell him to let me know when he and Enzo have some time, but Bishop picks that moment to ramp the toy on my clit up to ten.

My soul leaves my body as I jump, causing me to fall out of my seat, flat on my ass.

“Oh shit,” Luca says, before reaching out to help me up.

Oh shit, is right.

Leigh and Indie lose their shit behind me, and I pin a glare in their direction.

“I-I—Thanks,” I stutter, taking his hand. “Should probably get these seats inspected.”

I don’t even know what I’m saying, only that if I don’t get out of here fast, I’m going to come in front ofthis very attractive colleague. My clit takes a beating as I shift my weight and the toy slides right up against it.I swallow the moan that begs to be released and force a smile like nothing's wrong.

Thankfully, Indie takes pity on me. “We could use a refill on drinks. Why don’t you go get us some and check on that knee?”

I look down and see a small scratch across my knee where I must have hit the arm of my chair.

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