Page 25 of The Fantasy League
“You’re oblivious, Red.” Abel shook his head with an elongated breath. After clearing my plate in record time, he held out his hand to pull me out of my seat.
My feet weredyingin these heels, but I tossed back another swig of wine to help ease the pain and let him pull me back into the swarm of people.
Mere feet away from the safety of Abel’s teammates, one of the biggest sponsors, Mr. Kirk, intercepted us and dragged us into a dreadful conversation about stocks and investments.
God, these textbook schmoozing conversations were exhausting.
“Oh, no,” I gasped, looking at a giant clock on one of the walls. “It’s really getting late. We should probably head out.” I turned to Abel and stared into his soul, hoping he would pick up on yet another one of my lies, but he didn’t say a word.
Instead, his gaze flickered down to my mouth for a small moment before he met my eyes.
“Isn’t that right,my love?” I asked, gazing up at him with my best puppy-dog eyes.
EIGHT
ABEL
Fuck.
Scarlett knocked the breath out of my lungs with two words. Two words, that was it.
How was that fucking possible? She gave me one look and I could hardly catch my breath.
God. What I would give to have her look at me like that every day, every hour, every second.Fuck.
And don’t get me started on the way that little “my love” made my dick twitch against the seam of my pants.
Was she trying to fucking kill me? If she kept up this act, I would have to take her to the coat closet and fuck her senseless before the night ended.
“Right?” she asked again, this time with a concerned look on her face.
I’d been too startled at how she looked at me to respond. Clearing my throat, I pulled myself back into reality. “Mhmm, yes,” I hummed.
It was the best I could manage, given the lack of oxygen flowing to my brain and the overabundance of blood rushing to my cock.
Scarlett pinched my forearm and pinned me with a glare that could scare the devil. She must not have noticed that Mr. Kirk had checked out of the conversation five minutes earlier, so she had nothing to worry about.
The guy was too busy taking an interest in our defensive end’s wife to pick up on our ruse. The guy didn’t make the slightest attempt at subtlety, locking his eyes on Tommy’s wife’s chest.
It was like he was in a trance. Fucking pervert.
Fearing Scarlett’s warning, I snaked my arm gently around her waist and tugged her back against my chest.
People weren’t going to believe we were madly in love if we stood shoulder to shoulder all night, would they?
Scarlett’s back flushed against my chest and she sank into my touch like being in my arms was the most natural thing in the world. To the naked eye, anyone would have thought that we had done this a thousand times before.
Fuck, did I wish we had.
If only she knew about all of the nights that I’d lain awake imagining this reality. All of the hours that I’d watched her flow around the kitchen with ease as she cooked, wishing I could have wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her closer to me.
Witnessing her effortlessly mold to my touch soothed me until the thought of another guy touching her like this made my muscles grow stiff against her back. At that moment, she tilted her head upward and the big grin and those brown fucking eyes dissolved any tension in my body.
Fuck me. This girl.
Our eyes stayed sealed to one another's for a brief moment, only silence passing between us. I gripped her tighter at the waist and pressed my lips to the side of her forehead.
“Look at you two lovebirds,” Mr. Kirk chimed in with the corners of his mouth turned upward. “I’ll leave you to it. Miss Sawyer, don’t wear our star player out, alright? He will need some energy come time for training camp.”
