“So what’s the surprise?” Her voice is sexy, with a slight rasp.
“You should definitely not go downstairs. None of you should.”
I run a hand over my forehead. What was I thinking pulling my usual tricks tonight? I keep forgetting how young the players are now. A few are the actual kids of my teammates. Like Brayden. Though at thirty-three, he can’t really be considered a kid.
Maybe the problem is that we—I—keep getting older.
“None of us?” she asks, a slight smile on her lips.
I discreetly scan the people around us, feeling like a dirty old man. It appears that all my guests are lost in conversation or ogling the half-naked women serving drinks. Obviously the players would rather look at them than pay attention to me. Though they’re fools if they don’t realize the best-looking woman in this room is standing here, busting my balls.
I drag my focus back to her, and when our eyes lock, my chest tightens in a way I haven’t felt in god knows how long. I stopped feeling years ago.
She rolls her teeth over her bottom lip, her green eyes searching mine.
Fuck it. “How old are you?”
A surprised laugh spills from her. “Twenty-seven, why?”
Twenty-seven.That’s not too young. Right?
I tilt my head, sip my whiskey. “How’s your relationship with your dad?”
“Nonexistent.”
A rumble works up my throat. “I can work with that.”
With a single step, I’m by her side, my hand pressed to her lower back. Savannah tilts her head, the move bringing her lips so fucking close that mine tingle at the idea of tasting them. She smells like a rich dessert. Like chocolate mousse. The scent makes my mouth water.
“I’m not sure how I feel about that response,” she says softly.
I shrug. “I don’t like to start things I can’t finish, and let’s be honest, baby girl, no father in the world would let a beautiful young thing like you anywhere near the likes of me.”
She pulls her shoulders back and hits me with a haughty look. “Maybe I’m the type of girl who doesn’t listen to her daddy.”
I squeeze her waist, desire already threading through me. “Oh, you definitely will. But I wouldn’t mind if you were a bit of a brat either.”
“Oh my god.” Her lips form an O, her eyes widening. “I’m?—”
“Turned on,” I say, cutting her off. “Don’t even pretend otherwise. And you’re too invested in what the surprise might be to walk away.”
Her plump lips thin as she presses them together. “You seem to think you know a lot about me, Mr. Snow.”
I inhale. Damn, this fucking tease of a woman is going straight to my head. Already I’m hard and dying to get her alone. “I don’t know nearly enough, but I’m certainly interested in anything you’re willing to share.”
She sinks those teeth into her bottom lip again, trying to hide a smile. “This house is gorgeous.”
“Would you like a tour?”
That smile breaks through in earnest. “Is this where you offer to show me the view from your bedroom?”
A chuckle rumbles out of me. “No. Only good girls get that tour.”
She rolls her pretty green eyes. “I doubt that’s true.”
I pinch her waist and dip in so my mouth is at her ear. “Brat.”
“Lead the way.” She flutters her lashes and affects an innocent expression. “Daddy.”
