6
HAWK
I was only earlybecause I was hungry. That was what I told myself. It was mostly true. I was starving. My timeliness had nothing to do with seeing Becca again. No way. Why would I look forward to seeing a woman who thought it was okay to act fake? To try and … what? Trick me? Play me?
I mean, yeah, maybe y mind kept returning to the image of her half naked, but no, this was just work and food. That was all.
Full stop.
Then she walked in the door and my mouth went dry, while my balls reminded me they existed.
She looked even more beautiful with less makeup on. More comfortable in her own skin. Her outfit was less revealing, but made me want to peel it off way more than her skin tight dress had. Like a present wrapped up just for me.
Just work, I reminded myself again. Too bad my cock didn’t get the message.
"Hey." I straightened up from where I'd been leaning against the bar. "Can I get you a drink?"
"I can get my own, thanks," she replied.
All right, that was a first. Women usually loved to spend my money. I had enough of it, I didn't mind splashing it around hereand there. Honestly, my bank account contained more than I could spend in my lifetime, so why not share it?
I got the feeling she'd be pissed if I insisted. I grabbed my beer and stepped back so she could get in and order.
"Can I have cola please?" she asked the bar attendant. The warmth in her voice, compared with how she'd spoken to me, was like ice and fire.
She tapped her phone and picked up her cola when the attendant placed it in front of her.
"We have a table near the window." I waved in that direction.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Okay."
Another first. Most women were impressed with the idea of sitting in the seats with the best view of the lake.
Becca didn't even blink, beyond the first look of surprise. No gushing, nothing.
I let her walk ahead of me, and got a good look at her firmly rounded ass and long legs. How would they feel wrapped around my?—
"I'm sorry about Lori Franks," she said over her shoulder, and there was a boner-killer if I ever heard one. "Fred Franks seems shattered."
"Yeah." I pulled out a chair and flopped into it. While pulling out chairs is still gentlemanly, I could tell it wasn't something Becca wanted me to do. I respected that. "It's a tough time for everyone."
"You're all really close." She sat with more elegance than I had, and rested her hands on the table. "That must be nice. Unless you're the one outsider."
I frowned. It took a moment to figure out her angle. "You think Quinn is an outsider?"
"I don't think you respect him much," she said. "You just called him Quinn, not Coach Quinn."
"Habit." I tried to shrug it off. She was right. I hadn't even noticed it. I'd have to work on that. "He's just as much one of us as everyone else."
"What if he wasn't?" she asked. "Would you still listen to him?"
"Of course. He's doing his job."
We were interrupted by a server dropping off two menus. He gave me a smile and a wink before walking away.
"I think he has a crush on you." A smile touched the corners of her lips.
I looked at the server's back before turning to her with a grin. "Can you blame him?"
