Gag me with my measuring spoons,Aspen thought.
Connor gave them his full attention, but subtly leaned away from the woman’s blatant attempt at brushing her bountiful bosom against any part of him her lean could reach.
While they talked about the disappointment of losing some cup in a game seven of something or other, Aspen attempted to hide her anger at the situation by chomping down on a mega-bite of her salmon taco.
“You’re just so awesome on the ice, and your ads for Muscle Amp are like, so hot,” the other girl chimed into the conversation and moved to flank Wolfe.
Aspen worked to barely contain the scowl at the women and their blatant attempts to engage Connor.She realized the unyielding claw of green envy joined the anger and frustration that had dominated this night.
It seemed the over-the-top women had a more meaningful conversation with Connor in only a few minutes than she’d had during this entire fiasco of an evening.
“Thank you so much for your support,” Wolfe replied at the hockey talk the women prattled on about, as if the three of them were lifelong friends.
Speaking of support, the unwanted guests should try an underwire or sports bra or something with a little more hold to prevent their girls from having a life of their own.
Aspen didn’t have a lot in the boob department but, even if she did, she knew she’d keep them contained if they were that size.
But suppression wasn’t on the minds of the women.They focused exclusively on Connor.
She rolled her eyes in disgust at her own musings and ridiculous fascination with the Wonder Twins’ breasts, and decided to try and enjoy her delightful taco.
“Ladies, the Crush thanks you for your support, and we look forward to bringing the Cup home to Denver next year,” Connor responded to the women, his voice even and strong.“I’m going to get back to my dinner with my date.Thank you.”
Aspen was certain this rated as one of the worst dates recorded in history if it even was a date.Which it wasn’t.That said, she couldn’t help but feel a little smug at the disappointment flittering across the faces of the women as Connor explained he wanted to get back to dinner.With her.His date.
“Can we get a picture and an autograph?”one of the Wonder Twins begged.
“Sure, do you have something for me to sign?”
“We don’t, but you could sign our skin,” the other chick purred and thrusted her ample chest directly toward Connor.
Aspen bet if Connor were by himself he would take one of them, or both home.
She was an idiot for coming to dinner.
Connor’s chuckle grated on Aspen’s last nerve and she began gathering her food remnants in preparation to leave.
“Sorry.I only sign paper or jerseys,” Wolfe explained patiently.
After a quick selfie with the superfans, the young women left the table in a fit of giggles, looking back over their shoulders at Connor.
“Sorry about that, BB,” he let out a long sigh.“This was not how I expected the night to turn out.”
Aspen just wanted to get back home and leave the calamity of this evening behind her.
“No worries,” Aspen lied, and stood to gather the red plastic basket holding her food remnants and paper that wrapped her tacos.“I needed to eat.You needed to eat.We ate, so I’m going to call it a night.”
She didn’t wait for Connor’s reply and left the table in a rush.
Without looking she could feel Connor approach her.Pissed off for a myriad of reasons, she was especially angry at the fact that she felt the same intense undercurrent, a buzz that pulled her to the big lug.
“BB, wait.”
Aspen was well on her way to begin her walk home when Connor reached out and grabbed her wrist.Not hard, but his giant palm wrapped around her pale skin sent her pulse skittering.
Enough.
“No, you wait, Connor,” Aspen pulled his grasp free of the hold.“I don’t know what that was back there with those women, but this dinner was an absolute disaster.I’m heading home.”
