Page 27 of Sensation Fantasies 3
Me:Are you going to go?
Slate:Yes, the guys give me shit if I don’t.
Me:What bar?
Slate:Why?
Me:Just wondering.
Slate:You can’t come.
Me:No one will know.
Slate:What will you do?
I grinned as I typed back:You’ll see.
Slate texted me the name of the bar, and I drove right over. I made it before Slate and his teammates arrived, which was better because I could sit at the bar as though I wasn’t waiting for him.
I was starting to think they weren’t going to show as I sat at the bar top, nursing a beer from the tap, because I waited at least thirty minutes. Finally, I saw them walk in. Slate’s gaze met mine, and I smirked. He rolled his eyes and smiled as he continued to walk with his team. It wasn’t the entire team from what I could tell, maybe only about ten of them. I didn’t think any of them would recognize me since I wasn’t famous like they were, so I wasn’t worried about them suspecting anything. Plus, who was to say we weren’t just friends?
I was itching to go say hello, to pull Slate in my arms and kiss the ever living shit out him. Instead, I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I sipped my beer. Watching him smile and laugh and joke around with the guys made my chest clench. I wishedwecould be like that with his teammates—and my bandmates. If it were up to me, I would let everyone know.
But I was playing by Slate’s rules because I respected his decision.
After ordering another beer, Slate stepped up beside me at the bar and waited for his drink. “Is your plan to sit here all night?”
“I’d ratherdoother things.”
“We walked here together, and we tend to walk back together. The guys will give me shit for leaving.”
“Why? Why can’t we just hang out together as”—I shrugged—“bros?”
He laughed. “Bros?”
“Sure, why not?”
Slate lowered his voice after the bartender took his money and walked a few feet away to help the next person. “You think we can just hang out and not touch?”
“Is that a challenge?”
“It’s flirting with—”
“Fire?” I grinned.
He chuckled. “I was going to say disaster.”
“Well, I wanted to see you. Can you blame me?”
“No,” he whispered.
“I can sneak into your room now if you give me a key. Then leave after you do tomorrow.”
“I don’t need to be at the field until three or four depending on if I want to work out before the game.”
“Fuck, I have to be at the studio at eleven.”
“I gotta get back before they get suspicious.”
