Page 42 of The Hat Trick

“Whatever that is, I want some,” she announces.

“You a whiskey drinker, baby?” I tease, and with the way her face scrunches up I chuckle.

“Definitely not, but I need alcohol to deal with you two in public.” She pushes past us, and beelines it to the bar.

I follow her like a lost puppy, and I notice Collee keeps some more distance, but follows as well. I glance around the giant room noting all the people here, most of the team, other well-known business executives around Denver, players for other Denver teams. It’s a big event, aimed toward the population with the deepest pockets.

Various charities are supported here, the silent auction has the profits going to different causes. I donate to a bunch of charities all the time. Show me a cute, sad looking puppy and I’m donating thousands of dollars to the cause.

As I’m standing a few feet away from Chandler who’s waiting for her drink at the bar, I catch McQuaid leaning on a high-top table, and he’s staring atourgirl. In particular, her ass which is even more pronounced in the tight fabric of her soft looking dress.

I narrow my eyes at him, but he’s not looking at me. It’s a weird feeling for me, I don’t mind seeing her with Collee. In fact, Ilikeit. I like it when it’s just her and me too. What I feel toward McQuaid isn’t jealousy, or anything like that, it’s more that I don’t want him to take advantage of her. Which is exactly why I told him to back the fuck off unless she says otherwise.

Because it’s all about her.

If she wants him too, then somehow, I would need to figure it out because I don’t plan on letting this goddess of a woman go.

She turns in my direction, drink in hand while she takes a healthy sip through the straw. I lick my lips as I watch hers wrap around the object, and I know I’m not going to last long here with her like this. I give myself a half an hour before I’m dragging her out of here, despite the rules we set in place.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” I tell her with a wide smile.

“Yeah, well, you kept threatening me if I didn’t.”

“And I’m not even sorry about it.”

“So, what exactly is the point of tonight?” She takes another long pull on the straw, and I clear my throat, trying not to gawk at her.

“Rich people put offers on items, and the money goes to different charities in the community. There’s also one big goal set that goes to one main charity, I think this year it’s for a special school program.”

She nods, and looks over to Collee who is keeping his distance from her like if anyone were to spot him standing too closely, they’d know what the three of us do behind closed doors. I decide to guide Chandler to look at the different items being auctioned off, and maybe see if anything catches her eye. I subtly drag Collee along because I know that, despite him appearing indifferent he wants to be close to her just like me.

As we walk around, I can feel the glare from one particular set of eyes on us, and I’m sure Chandler does too. I just can’t tell if she likes it or not.

17

My eyes haven’t left Chandler since the moment she walked in here. Of course, she’s been practically attached to Dumont the entire night. I notice Collee hanging around them too, but he hasn’t been as close to Chandler as Dumont has.

I want to get her alone. I want to get a better view of her in that dress becausefuck,that dress. It hugs all her curves perfectly and makes her look like she’s fucking glowing. I can recognize when a girl is hot, obviously, I have hot women throw themselves at me constantly. But something about her has me unable to pull my eyes away. Maybe it’s because I’ve been told to stay away. Maybe it’s because I want a taste. Just one single taste.

Whatever it is, I need it. Which is why I continue to keep her in my line of sight throughout the night, just waiting for the opportunity to present itself for when I could possibly have her alone.

My dad is also here, and he keeps sticking me with his investors and shit to talk to. It always starts out the same, he praises me, my playing and makes it known that I’m his son, then leaves me to talk to and impress everyone. It’s annoying, and I’ve been sick of it for years. During that time, I’ve gotten less and less charismatic at these things. Usually drowning out the people and scoping the room for entertainment.

Tonight’s entertainment has of course been the busty brunette in a green dress.

When I see her finally break away from Vince, and walk across the large room, I take full advantage of the first opportunity I’ve had all night. I excuse myself from the stuffy businessmen that have been stumbling their way through a conversation about hockey, and weave through the crowd of people, ensuring I keep my sights on one woman.

She goes through a door, and without thinking, I follow her inside, immediately realizing it’s a bathroom. Not that it stops me. I close and lock the door behind me as soon as I’m inside.

Chandler turns around, hazel eyes wide before they narrow on me. She folds her arms under her chest, pushing up her tits even more. I'm not complaining.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snaps.

“I wanted to talk to you, but your bodyguard wasn’t leaving you alone.” I lean back against the door.

“He’s not my bodyguard,” she rolls her eyes. “You need to get out.”

I push off the door, and start walking toward her, so slowly. “What if I don’t want to?”

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