“There’s no you and Hunter. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a problem here?” The towering, towel quarterback engulfs the doorway with broad shoulders and an irate stare.
“Run along, kid. I’ll get you Vaughn’s autograph.” My mystery admirer turns his attention to me.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Thank you.” Malcolm shakes his head in disgust and disappears back inside, my guess is straight back up Hunter’s ass.
“Hi, I’m Tyler.” He holds out his hand—large and firm—like the rest of him.
“Faith, nice to meet you. Sorry about what happened in there. My boss is a jerk of immense proportions.” Hot as hell but still a complete jerk.
“Are you and he…?”
“God, no.”
“Then, you’re free to go out with me tonight?” If I wasn’t already regretting agreeing to a date with James, I am now. This guy is smoking—a picture-perfect jock to lose my V-Card with. I could blow off my date with James. It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again, anyway, but that’s not who I am.
“I’d love to.” My eyes rake the length of him, stopping on the bulge of his crotch. “I’d really love to, but I have plans.
“How long are you in town?”
“Two days. Mr. Vaughn keeps me pretty busy, though.”
“You got a pen?”
“Sure.” I root around in my purse until I find one. Lifting it to his mouth, he pulls the cap off with his teeth, his tongue resting seductively on the tip. He takes my hand in his and scribbles on my palm.
“Call me if you want to get together before you leave.” Before I have a chance to answer, the double doors of the locker room burst open, a sea of people now separating us. Somehow, Hunter finds me through the crowd.
“Get in my car, now.”
“I’ll ride back with the rest of the staff.” Tyler disappears. I’m not sure if it’s the number of people out here or Hunter’s presence commanding my full attention.
“It wasn’t a request.”