“He’s a winger,” Addie explains. “From Canada.”
“Those Canadians sure know how to make a man,” Sutton whispers. She’s practically drooling as she watches the tall man with dirty blond hair that curls at the ends.
With an easy swagger, he approaches the other guys and greets them. But when he spots Sutton, his eyes go wide and his face lights up. He surveys our group, and when he sees Josie, his captain’s little sister, he makes a beeline for her.
“Josie,” he says emphasizing the first two letters of her name for reasons unknown to me. “You look gorgeous.” Though he’s speaking to her, his attention keeps drifting to Sutton, who can’t seem to make eye contact and whose cheeks are flaming red.
Yup. She’s half in love already. Damn. I wish I was half as interested in a man after a week as she is after twenty seconds.
“Royal, this is Sutton,” Josie says. “And you know Addie.”
He slips his hands into his pockets and grins. “Hello, Almost Coach.”
“And this is Savannah. She works with me atJolie.”
His blue eyes light up with what looks like mischief. “JJ has banned us from reading the magazine, so naturally, we take turns reading it out loud before games to annoy the shit out of him.”
Addie coughs out a laugh. “Probably not the best way to get your goalie in the right headspace.”
JJ’s mom is Catherine Bouvier, my boss, so I can understand why he wouldn’t want his teammates reading her magazine, which is often filled with advice on sex. Especially her own editorial articles. She’svery open about her adventurous sex life with her husband and sometimes others.
Like I said, she’s my hero.
“We don’t read Cat’s articles. We wouldn’t do that to him. But Calliope’s are a must-read.”
Josie eyes me, but I shake my head. No one knows I’m Calliope, and we’re going to keep it that way.
“She’s my favorite,” Sutton says. They’re the first words out of her mouth, and already, she’s flirting.
Head tilted, he hitches a thumb over his shoulder. “Why don’t we get a drink, and you can tell me which articles you like best? See what we have in common.”
With her lip caught between her teeth, she nods shyly. “Sure.”
He holds out an arm and she takes it easily. Then they’re gone.
Josie huffs and stomps toward the house. “She better not start talking baby names before we get inside.”
Coughing out a laugh, I follow her. My laughter dies, though, when I step inside. The sound of our heels dull on the black carpet that’s been laid out to protect the gorgeous light wood floors.
The back of the house is all windows with a view of the dazzling harbor and the pink and orange sky above it as the sun sets over the water.
“Okay, I could maybe put up with a man for life if this house came with him,” I mutter.
Josie snorts. “And you haven’t even seen the man yet.”
“I’ve seen pictures.”
After we were invited to the party, I looked him up, and yeah, Camden Snow is a hot older man. Forty-six, I think, with a full head of dirty blond hair. Bright blue eyes. A cocky smile and a different woman beside him in every photo.
“Pictures don’t do him justice,” Josie promises.
Addie rolls her eyes. “Your father would kill you.”
Our friend lets out a raspy laugh. “Please, I’m far more into the women he’s hired for tonight. Look at them!”
Sienna warned me that these parties were over-the-top, but I definitely didn’t picture women walking around in little more than silkbows like they’re Christmas presents meant to be unwrapped. They’re adorned in red, green, silver, and gold silk. And every one of them is gorgeous. Of course, none of them have large breasts like mine. The thick bands of ribbon would never cover a chest like this, and every woman drifting around with trays of drinks in her hands is no bigger than a size two.
I love my body, but damn do I feel extra curvaceous around them.
