Oh wow. I wanted to. I wouldn’t normally. This sort of thing hadn’t happened to me in forever, and of course, tonight of all nights, there was no way I could go. If I asked for a raincheck would that make me seem easy?
But then he slipped the files out from under his arm. “Later tonight, you’ll be lying in bed, all alone, wishing you’d said yes.” He donned a cocky grin.
“You’re horrible.” I laughed.
He straightened the files on top of my boxes. I couldn’t help noticing his tanned hands. They shouted strength and finesse and before I knew it I was imagining them touching me… I dragged my gaze back to his face. Everything about this man messed with my libido. When he seemed satisfied the files wouldn’t slide off as soon as I moved, he met my eyes with an intensity I didn’t expect. He leaned forward, spiking my temperature. “If you change your mind, I’m in 3303.”
Bing.
The elevator doors opened behind him. Walking backwards, he stepped away from me. “Thirty-three Oh three,” he mouthed.
I nodded dumbly and the doors closed with him inside.
Holy mother…
My phone vibrated wildly in my pocket. Of course, it was Star. “Yes.” I held it up to my face feeling dazed.
“Holly! Holly? Are you listening to me?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah. I’m heading over to Minnelli’s right now.”
“This bachelor auction is important. Don’t mess it up. And also, Holly, don’t forget to send the lingerie back. And Dan needs those notes by five.” I seriously wondered how she expected me to be in two places at once.
“I won’t mess this up, Miss Martin.” I supposed I’d have to take care of the other errands tomorrow. “And, Of course. I fed Barbara at noon. Right, the organic blend. Yes, I’ll pick some up this weekend.”
I sighed after finally hanging up.
At least I could dream about Mr. Key West while I got my hair done. I’d find the silver lining in all of this. I hadn’t had my hair done since before I came home.
CHAPTER TWO
Hunter
Shot down inmy prime. Damn, must be losing my touch.
I was tempted to hit the door open button and take another stab at her, but something in her eyes kept me from doing it. She wasn’t my usual type. So instead I jabbed at the number thirty-three and waited to be swept upstairs so I could change.
Probably wouldn’t have been a good idea anyway.
I needed to shower, go over some films, dress and then head over to the damn event.
Not that I minded the charity stuff, hell to be honest it was one of the most satisfying aspects of my job. I just didn’t feel like appearing in public. Not after everything that went down a few weeks ago. We’d come so fucking close.
One game. One more fucking game and we’d have been playing in October. Rubbing my arm, I could still hear that ping, that perfect ping the ball made when it had connected with the sweet spot of the bat.
I’d released too early. I’d felt it before the ball had even left my hand.
Fuck.
Now I had to live with the sympathetic stares, the pitying remarks. “Next year, man.” Even worse were those who said it wasn’t my fault.
Like I didn’t know the winning run scored on my pitch.
The doors slid open and again I paused. Would she still be downstairs in the lobby? She’d practically sprinted out of the elevator… right into me. I chuckled to myself at her expression when she’d caught me staring at the crotchless panties. Big brown eyes with a myriad of emotions behind them.
When she’d said the panties weren’t very practical, all I could imagine was her wearing them. And how practical they might be for certain activities.
I couldn’t resist watching her ass while she’d crawled around on the floor.
