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She nodded. “Whatever it takes.”
“You forgive me for not telling you?”
She bit her lip. “I do.”
I slapped her on the ass. “Good. Then I’ll see you after clubs tonight.”
“Oh, do we have plans or something?”
I paused in the doorway. “Did I forget to tell you we’re going out with the team?”
“What?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Wear something very slutty. Very revealing and something you can be fucked in very easily.”
“Hawk.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. See you later, baby.”
Twenty-Eight
Julie
“Joe, Aaron, Donnie meet Julie. Julie meet Joe and Aaron and Donnie.” Hawk introduced me to a huge table of people, pointing them each out.
“Nice to meet you all,” I responded, wishing they all had nametags. How would I ever keep them all straight?
I was glad he had opted for another club other than Catch. I knew it was the Sharks favorite watering hole, but I didn’t think I could hold my head up there.
Hawk pulled out a chair for me and lowered to my ear.
“Love the dress by the way.” His voice sent chills down my spine. “Think they have a storage room here?”
I coughed to cover up a squeal. The thing was, I knew he wasn’t joking. He would haul me away from this entire group of people and find a place to have his way with this little black dress. I
t was tight, short, and most of my breasts could be seen from the plunging V-line. I did what Hawk asked me. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to know I cared. And more than anything I wanted him to know this sexual relationship between us was epic. I’d do what I needed to keep the fire and spice going.
Hawk ordered a cosmo for me and a round of beers for his friends.
There was mostly football talk. I couldn’t blame them. They were excited. The playoffs were a huge deal.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw two girls walk toward us.
“Savannah! Amelia!”
The guys got up to greet them. I had tried to talk field goals and pass rushes, but I was failing miserably. Maybe these girls spoke my language of books and Netflix.
Savannah sat next to me. “You’re his agent?” I asked.
“The one and only,” she smiled.
“It’s nice to finally meet you. And thank you,” I whispered.
“Thank me?”
Everyone else was talking. They weren’t paying attention to our conversation. Hawk was arguing about a play.
“Hawk told me about what you’re doing to help get the paperwork going for Hunter. I don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to adopt that little boy since I met him.”
