I grin at the fucker in my head. Of course I do.
She has a body any woman would die for and men have killed for. I’ve fucked my fist more than I’d like to admit to visions of Savannah naked, and on her hands and knees, while I took her from behind on the patio furniture I bought with her in mind.
But before I can have that, I need to get Savannah to fall for me. I need her to see me in a different light. The real me, not just the guy who slept with her sister. That’s the only way she’s going to give me a chance. I have to get her to see me the way my family does.
As a good guy.
Sure, I’ve slept around, but give me the name of a ballplayer who hasn’t. Did I fuck around too much? Maybe, and a small piece ofme regrets that right now, but liking sex and women doesn’t make me a bad guy.
There is a lot more to me than what’s portrayed in the media. I just never let people see that side. I never wanted to share it with anyone until now.
As for my shared past with her sister?
It’s one hell of a coincidence that Savannah’s sister is a girl I sort of dated back in college. But that was thirteen fucking years ago. I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the past. I understand Savannah’s reservations, but I’m not that guy anymore. I’m a man.
A man her sister knows nothing about.
“Savannah!” I bang again, getting impatient.
I know she’s here. I checked the security feeds to make sure her car was still in the parking garage. Unfortunately, I have to leave for the airport, and I need to talk to her before I go. I hate that I’m going on the road for the next week.
One kiss, and I’ve become full-blown obsessed with the brown-haired beauty. Thank fuck there aren’t any other tenants on this floor to witness my madness.
“Hold your dang horses, you psycho,” a groggy Savanna yells from the other side. “Crazy-ass man banging on my door at six in the morning.”
I chuckle into my fist at her grumbling. She has no idea how crazy she makes me.
In only a large San Francisco Bay University T-shirt, giving me a delicious view of her silky thighs, she swings the door open. “What?”
I bite back a smile at her sharp tone, messy brown hair, and the pillow creases on her cheek. She looks so fucking cute. My cock is instantly hard at the scowl on her pretty face.
“Not a morning person?”
“Not on my day off. What do you want?” She stares daggers and crosses her arms in annoyance. All it does is lift her tits up higherand gives me the perfect view of her hard little nipples poking through her T-shirt.
Fuck, do I love those nipples. I can’t wait to get my mouth on them. Nip and lick them until she comes.
Do not stare,I chant to myself.
While willing my dick not to bust through my mesh gym shorts, I lift the invitation in my hand out for her to take. My heart races. If you don’t count my sister, this is the one event I go to dateless. 82 Sports is my baby that no one aside from my family knows about.
Savannah hesitates, staring at the envelope as if it’s a poisoned apple or something, before taking it. “What is this?”
“There’s an event coming up, and I would like you to join me.”
“I can’t. I’m working this weekend.” She tries to hand me back the card, but I hold my hands up, refusing to take it back.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing that the event is next week. Now you have plenty of time to get the night off.” I grin at her.
“Nico.” She doesn’t call me Nicolas or some other variation of my name, and I feel like that’s progress already. Baby steps.
“Just go with me, Savannah, please. Come learn what I’m really about. You never know; you might like what you see.”
“Doubtful.” She stares down at the thick paper in her hand. “Don’t you have an underwear model you can take with you?”
“Why would I want a model when the woman I have my sights set on is drop-dead gorgeous?”
Savannah blushes at my compliment and bites her lip. “I’ll think about it.”
