“That’s not fair to you.” I pouted, still consumed by my ecstasy and hunger for my hot hockey player.
He helped me up from the bed. “My only desire is to please you. I can always wait for my turn.”
* * *
My jaw droppedwhen we entered the penthouse of Gavin Hayes’ and his wife, Myla. “I had no idea this was where we were going to be. I feel so underdressed,” I whispered to Chase, gripping his hand firmer in mine.
He tucked me into his side, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “You are stunning and once you meet everyone, you’ll feel right at home.”
“Rookie!” One of the guys came barreling at us with a beer bottle in hand. “You made it.”
“Crosby, good to see you man.” They shook hands and Chase turned to me. “This is my girl, Nikki. Nikki, this is our goalie, Will Crosby.”
“I have heard so much about you. It is an absolute pleasure.” I smiled. Even though I felt completely out of my league, I was so thrilled to see Chase so excited for me to meet his teammates.
“Harding didn’t tell me how beautiful you are. It’s great to meet you too. The bar is over there.” He pointed to a short, jubilant woman with black hair in a pixie cut. “Jordan is the best bartender in the city, she’ll make you whatever you want. See you guys around. I have to make my rounds.”
Chase led me over to the beaming bartender as she put a few napkins down on the granite counter. “What’ll it be?” she asked.
“I’ll take a beer,” Chase said. Even though he was barely twenty-one, he hardly took advantage of being able to legally drink. It wasn’t that he was against it or anything, he just didn’t typically care to imbibe.
“Just a club soda with a lime for me please.” I was nineteen and probably could have drank easily in the private home of one of the players—it would have totally calmed my nerves, which would have been nice—but the baby added a whole new layer to my decision-making.
“Coming right up,” Jordan said before glancing to the woman on the other side of Chase. “My, another?”
Chase spun on his heels. “Myla?” he asked.
After she nodded to Jordan, the adorable blonde looked over to Chase. “Who’s asking?” she said playfully.
“I’m Chase Harding, and this is my girlfriend Nikki. It’s so awesome to finally meet you.”
She put her hand on his shoulder. “Oh, man, the rookie I have heard so much about. My brother is pretty impressed by you.”
Chase’s face blared red as he stammered out, “Wow. Thank you.”
She locked eyes with me. “Nikki, I love your dress.”
I was wearing a dark blue high-low dress with simple pink flowers on it that I had gotten years before at Target—nothing special, to say the least. “Thanks.”
“Does it have pockets?” Myla asked.
Jordan started to eye the dress as I shoved my hands right into the slits. “It sure does.”
Myla’s smile got wider. “I am a sucker for a dress with pockets. Love it.”
Jordan agreed while handing Myla her beverage. “I think every dress should be required to have them.”
Chase was surrounded by girls chatting about stuff he couldn’t care less about. He slowly backed away and said, “I am going to try to find Gavin and Brayden.”
“Oh, my boys should be on the balcony smoking cigars with some of the other players. There are extra stogies in the humidor on the coffee table. Feel free to help yourself.” Myla pointed over to where Chase needed to go and he was off.
“He’s adorable,” Jordan said, sipping on her own drink.
I blushed a little. “He’s something else for sure. I am pretty lucky.”
Myla patted the barstool next to her. “Hang out with us girls while the men smoke those nasty things and talk too much about last night’s game.”
Jordan looked over at Myla. “Where’s Karla?”
