Page 60 of For the Boys
“Yep. Text me when you make it to TC safe, please.”
“I will!” she said.
“Good night, Berkley.”
“Good night, Brent.”
He hung up the phone and shoved it into his pocket, turning his back to the mirror to relieve himself in a urinal. He washed his hands and was about to step back into the hallway when the door swung open.
Anna Hartley stood there, blocking his path.
“Anna,” he said, trying to move around her. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to find you,” she said, pushing him back and shutting the door behind her.
“Why?” He backed away from her until he bumped into the counter.
“You never called,” she said, taking a tentative step toward him.
“I told you I wouldn’t. I told you I’m seeing someone.”
“And I still don’t believe you.” Stalking forward so she was standing inches away, Anna tilted her head back only slightly to look him in the eye. She was so much taller than Berkley. Berkley practically had to tip her head all the way back to look into his face when they were standing this close. He adored that about her, that he could tuck the top of her head right under his chin.
“And why is it that you don’t believe me?” He took a step to the side, trying to skirt around her and make a beeline for the door, but she moved with him, boxing him in.
“Because Brent Jean doesn’t do relationships,” she said, smirking at him. “At least not the kind that take place outside of dimly lit bars and hotel rooms.”
Brent glared down at her, putting his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to shove her away. But she held her ground, her soccer quads making her immovable. “Don’t act like you know anything about me, Anna. I’m not that guy anymore.”
Stepping closer to him, she pressed her knee between his thighs and ran her hand down his chest toward his waistband. Naturally, while his brain and heart were both adamantly against what she was offering him, his cock had different ideas and was straining against his fly. She chuckled when she slid her hand across it. An involuntary groan escaped his lips in response.
“Anna.” Now he was breathing through clenched teeth, her name like a swear word on his lips. There were over two hundred people in the ballroom down the hallway, a lot of them men, and not a single one had to use the bathroom right now? Brent found that ridiculous. “I do not want to get forceful with you, but I will if you don’t take your hands off me right this second.”
Anna pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Why won’t you just admit that you’re into me?” She slid her hands away from his dick and up his chest, reaching up to run them through his hair. He grabbed her wrists and forced her arms down to her sides, but unfortunately that didn’t stop her from speaking. “We’re both unattached, extremely good-looking people. Let’s stop pretending you don’t want this.” She moved her pelvis into his, and his dick twitched at the contact. “I can feel you do.”
It occurred to Brent that this must be exactly how women felt when men wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Anna started to lower herself to her knees in front of him, but he’d had enough. He gripped her by her elbows and dragged her to her feet before lifting her off the ground and setting her down two feet to his left.
He whirled on her. “I do not want to sleep with you!” he roared. “As I’ve already told you several times, I’m with someone. No means no. My past is not an invitation for you to take what you want from me. Now I’m going back out there to enjoy the rest of the evening with my teammates and our season ticket holders. If I see you again tonight, I will have security escort you out, which, as a public figure yourself, you will realize would not be great for your image.”
He turned and stalked toward the door, throwing it open and stepping out into the hallway. Heart pounding, he walked in the direction of the ballroom, stopping off in a stairwell alcove to regain his bearings before going back in.
Mitch found him bent over, hands on his knees, sucking in air.
“Bro, what the hell happened to you?” Mitch asked.
“Anna,” Brent said, straightening to face his friend.
Mitch’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. You just fucked Anna in that bathroom, didn’t you?”
“No!” Brent yelled, then took a deep breath and lowered his voice. “Of course not. But she certainly gave it her best shot.”
“What the hell happened?” Mitch repeated.
Brent gave him the entire story, and Mitch stared at him, open-mouthed in shock, when he finished. “So you’re telling me you had that girl alone, ready and willing to at the very least suck you off, and you told her no?”
“Exactly.”
