More than angry, she looked ready to murder someone.
Most specifically me.
Was this one of Lucas’ many women? She sure had a proprietary gleam in her eye as she watched us closely. Too closely for my liking.
Feeling on display, I wriggled free of his grasp. “What the hell are you talking about? I came here with him and I’m leaving with him. You have nothing to do with anything. And you sure can’t tell me who to hang out with.” I looked back to where the woman had been standing but she was now gone.
“Lucas, who’s this?” A tall, gangly man approached us, a wide goofy smile on his face. I recognized him from the game. He had been on the pitch for the full ninety minutes. Lucas dropped my arm but stayed pressed against my side. I could feel his hot skin against my arm.
“Craig, this is Morgan, she won a contest at halftime. She gets to meet the team. Morgan, this Craig Denham.”
“Nice to meet you,” Craig said before continuing to talk to Lucas. “Jack gave us ten. We need to be up in the pressroom. So get dressed and hurry up.”
“Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.”
“I guess you need to go then.” I started to move away, seeing this as my chance to escape, but Lucas pulled me back towards him.
“I have an interview. It’ll only last around fifteen minutes.” His eyes were intense. Almost too intense. He had a way of looking at me as if I were the only person in the room. It was easy to get sucked in by his gaze.
“That’s super interesting and all that—” I started to say but Lucas cut me off, not letting me finish. Again. It was obviously a habit of his.
“Wait for me,” he insisted. “There’s a door around the back of the stadium that leads to an underground car park. I can meet you there. We’ll go somewhere—”
“Let me guess, go back to your place?” I scoffed.
Lucas frowned. “If that’s what you want to do, sure.”
The idea was appealing. More than appealing if I was being honest with myself. Because I was still thinking of him naked. And touching him. And him being all alpha in the best way possible.
But I had come with Phil.
Even if my reasons were more than a little wrong, I couldn’t be the kind of woman to show up with one man and leave with another. My mother had raised me better than that.
She had definitely raised me not to be the kind of person to throw herself at a hot football player with a sexy smile and muscles you could bounce pennies off of.
I wasn’t a slut. Or a slag. Or a strumpet—that was a word right?
“I’m not sure what you think is happening between us. But I won’t go to your place. I came here with Phil—”
“He looked like a fuckingPhil,” Lucas muttered.
“I appreciate the tickets. It was a fun day. And this is great getting to see the locker room and the team, but I think we’re done here.” I took a step backwards, putting much needed distance between us.
Lucas’ face softened. “I’m not expecting anything Morgan. I just want to see you again.”
“Why? Aren’t one night stands your thing?” I countered, hating myself for even contemplating meeting him. Because I was. I lusted after him something fierce. It was unnerving.
“Don’t think you know anything about me from reading a few tabloids,” he spat out, clearly exasperated. “I’m only saying I want to see you again. I’m not asking to run off and get married, and I’m sure as hell not looking to make this anything more than two people who want to get to know each other’s bodies a little better.” He gave me a sexy smirk and I rolled my eyes.
“Does that sort of thing actually work with women? You want to get to know my body? Oh please, where do I sign up?” I snarked.
He wasn’t touching me but I felt as though he were. His energy was intense. His eyes unwavering. My mouth went dry and my knees started to tremble. “You don’t have to play hard to get, Morgan. I fancy you. Well, I fancy what I remember of you. Either you meet me when I’m done or you don’t. But I hope you do.” He closed the space between us again, still not touching me, but I could smell the soap from his shower, I could feel the heat immentating from his body. “No strings. I promise,” he murmured.
“Bradley, put your dick away, we’ve got to go!” someone shouted and I felt the now familiar tinge of embarrassment.
Lucas chuckled and ran a hand over his head, still looking at me. “I’ve got to go, love. Get rid of Phil the nob.”
“I don’t know—”
