Walking up the twisting staircase, we head into Coach Bartley’s home full of men accompanied by beautiful women drinking and talking over loud music. Theo’s hand finds the small of my back as he weaves us under the dim lighting through the foyer and into the kitchen.
“You look great tonight, Quinn.” His words are soft and warm as he brushes past me, leading the way. “That purple dress you have on really makes your eyes pop.”
“Thanks,” I reply.
I glance at my reflection in the floor to ceiling windows and admire my strappy nude heels and purple bustier dress. I love the way the padded bust and structured silhouette flatters my body in all the right places.
My entire body stiffens, when his familiar warmth surrounds me, his hands finding my hips. “Nice dress.”
Theo turns around with a scowl on his face and stares Cash up and down. He holds out his hand and they embrace in a firm shake. “Great game tonight, Brooks. Can I get you something? Like a drink?”
“Soda water and lime,” Cash says, his finger creeping along the back of my thigh and up to the hem of my dress. “Would you like anything, Quinn?” The calm possession in his voice alarms the hell out of me. I can barely let out a breath, never mind speak with his hand cupped around my ass.
Theo locks eyes with me and waits for my response, oblivious to Cash’s wandering hands.
“Sure,” I say, letting out the breath I’ve been holding.
“Tell him what you want,” Cash whispers against my ear.
My body trembles from the warmth of his breath. “A water, please.”
Theo nods. “Quinn, come with me to get the drinks?” But his tone is all off. It’s not really a question, it more like he’s insisting.
“No, she’ll stay here, with me.” Cash is insisting too.
“Quinn?” Theo repeats.
“I’m fine, Theo. I’ll wait here.”
Theo looks at me one last time, lets out a deep breath, and then heads over to the makeshift bar set up in the great room.
When he is out of sight, I whip around. “Are you crazy? This place is crawling with my colleagues.”
“You like it and you know it,” Cash says, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
I whack his hand away. “You’re unbelievable.”
A flicker of intensity flashes in his eyes, nostrils flaring. Moving closer, his scent—honey and cinnamon—washes over me. “Don’t pretend you didn’t feel something in that locker room, Mittens.”
“Yeah, I felt my dignity being ripped right out of me. And I don’t understand why you even care? I can already see that you’re onto the next,” I nod over at a group of girls staring us down from the corner.
“Would that bother you?” He glances at the blonde girl he bench-pressed earlier today. “If I fucked her tonight instead of you?”
We stand there, eyeing each other up as I try not to let my real feelings for this arrogant son-of-a–bitch seep in.
My chest twists tightly, painfully. “Alright, Brooks, I see what you’re trying to do here. But here’s the thing, I don’t give a shit what you do. Women throw themselves at you constantly and you gladly fuck them. Good for you. I bet you’ve already nailed a whole bunch since the locker room, so what’s another?”
He shakes his head and loosens his tie. “Nope. Not one.”
“Aw, how sweet. I must have made quite the impression”
I let out a large sigh and pull open my bedroom door. I follow the sound of Lyndsey’s giggles and smell of freshly brewed coffee lingering from the kitchen. My heart swells at the familiar rasp of his voice. I stop dead in my tracks, wondering if I am still dreaming and pinch my skin.
Ouch! Definitely not a dream.
What is Cash doing here?
My legs feel as wobbly as a newborn giraffe, but somehow they carry me out of the bedroom, through the living room and right to the kitchen. Cash is standing next to Lyndsey flipping through a newspaper and sipping on coffee.
He is wearing the sexiest pair of jeans with a thick black belt extenuating his toned and inviting waistline. My gaze shifts upward to take in his tight white t-shirt covering every single ounce of brawny steel on his torso and arms. When my eyes finally find his face, I try to look beyond the handsome features that take my breath away every time I see him, but I can’t.
He is breathtaking.
“Hey,” he murmurs, bringing his eyes in line with mine. “Rough night last night, huh?”
“What are you doing here?” I exhale, taking a cautious step backward.
“Sealing the deal.” He winks, taking a sip of his coffee. “Our flight leaves in three hours.”
“Excuse me?” I round the kitchen island and pour myself a cup of coffee. I lean against the counter and meet his eyes over the rim of my mug. “And where on earth do you think you’re taking me?”
“Top secret.” He slides past Lyndsey and presses up against me as his hand finds the small of my back. Licks of desire flicker low in my belly, travelling and burning between my thighs from his touch. “Pack your bags, Mittens I’m colleting my debt and we’re getting the hell out of here.”
I shake my head. “It’s Friday morning. Technically, the weekend doesn’t start until the business day is done.”
“Did you forget that I’m suspended for three games? My weekend starts now.” His sexy drawl has my stomach doing this weird flip floppy thing. It takes me a few seconds to respond.
“And my weekend starts eight hours from now. I was planning on going into work today.”
“You worked over twenty two hours yesterday. I heard Theo tell you last night that you could take today off. A deal is a deal, Mittens.”
“You’re going to love where he is taking you,” Lyndsey pipes up over his shoulder.
“You told her about all of this?”
He shrugs. “She’s your sister.”
“No one can find out about this—us.” I glance over at Lyndsey sitting on the kitchen counter with an impish grin on her face.
“Don’t worry, Quinn, mums the word.” She hops off the counter. “I’ll take care of Dad and Theo. As far as I know, you and Olivia took off to Las Vegas for the weekend. Consider yourself officially free of their control. Don’t worry. I’ve got you back.”
“You’re welcome.” She rubs my shoulder and walks out of the kitchen and into her bedroom.
A smile touches my lips. All my worries leave my head as I drink in Cash. Bright blue eyes and a scruffy jaw with a pair of lips I am dying to lick.
And he’s all mine for the weekend.
I place my cup of coffee down on the kitchen counter. “I’ll grab my things.”
I don’t know what he has done to me, but being with Cash brings out the rebellious and free-spirited side of me that has been missing from my life for way too long.
A slow lazy grin spread across his face. “I’ll be waiting outside. Our ride to the airport will be here any minute.”
About the Book
Author: Amanda Cowen
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
And he’s every woman’s dirty fantasy in the state of California.., except one… Quinn Ashby.
Recent graduate of Penn and top of her class, Quinn is whip smart, ambitious and interning as the new marketing coordinator for the Bexley Bruisers American Hockey League team. The last thing she needs is to waste her time on guys…especially one as lethal to her focus as Cash Brooks.
But once the bad boy hockey star tempts her into his world, threatening her professional future, she’s forced to decide whether to let him into her heart…or to leave him behind forever.
Amanda Cowen can be found eating cupcakes, singing off-key, or watching a good RomCom when she isn’t trapped on her computer writing stories. She is an “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” fanatic, a hater of roller-coasters and a country music junkie. She lives in Thunder Bay, ON where the summers are short and the winters are long.
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