“And the basketball and the soccer and the baseball teams,” the GM adds.
“Wow.” Knox looks taken aback.
“Probably the first time in his life someone’s effortlessly big-dicked him,” Kathy snickers.
“Yeah, Fitz didn’t even have to try. You can’t admit it’s not a little bit hot.” Carolina pokes me.
It is a little bit hot.
Fitz just stands there with that bland, friendly expression, gray eyes still a little cold.
Maybe I should just ghost the stalker and give it a go with Fitz.
It’s the alcohol talking.
Knox’s mother has weaseled her way in to butter up Fitz. She’s braying loudly, telling him funny stories about her son, subtly—not so subtly—telling Fitz what a great team captain Knox would make.
“Yeah, now I am going to barf.” I push off the bar.
“I might try to switch to wine.” Kathy frowns into her empty glass.
“I’m going to get some more crab dip.” I try not to look drunk as I push through the crowd of pretty people to the untouched food table.
“You’re not actually with him, are you? Girl like you? You can’t snag a billionaire like Fitz. Maybe your sister can,but you?” Knox shoves that verbal knife between my ribs. I drop the crab cake then pick up the tongs again, determined not to let him see he got to me.
“Billionaires like him—they don’t marry girls like you,” Knox whispers, the devil in my ear. “He might just be chubby-chasing this week. Once he actually has sex with you a few times, he’s going to be done.”
“Why do you care?” I snap.
Knox is smug that I took the bait. “I’m just a concerned friend. We’ve known each other since high school, Winnie. I was your first,” he taunts me.
“So we’re just going to be friends now?”
“You’re graciously hosting my mom and my girlfriend. Sounds friendly to me.” He scratches his balls.
“You’re sick.”
“Besides, you secretly want it.” Out of view of everyone, his hands come up to grab the curve of my ass. “You want to be friends with benefits.”
I bite back a curse. “Stop it.”
“Knoxie-poo!” His mom calls him away.
I take my food and my wine out to the bottom row of the tiered stadium seats to eat alone.
“Did you know I own this stadium?” Fitz takes the seat next to me, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he sits down.
“Is that how you pick up women here?” I ask him.
The stadium has quickly emptied out. A few stragglers are left taking selfies. The party’s still going in the skybox behind us, though.
“Man, if I’d known I was going to watch you get your dick sucked tonight, I’d have brought some wet wipes for you.”
“I’d make a really off-color joke about you getting your pussy eaten if there weren’t a bunch of media around.”
The thrill of the heat of his words on my neck makes me shiver.
“But I don’t think you want me to make you come in front of your parents.” I can hear the smirk in his voice.
