Page 123 of What If I Knew You

I’m not a child.

Bodhi doesn’t even have the chance to say goodbye before he’s turned away from me and walking with my dad across the room to the bar and I’m forced to stand here and watch.

“Ouch,” Layken murmurs nudging me. “You okay?”

No.

I’m not okay.

I’d love nothing more than to be on Bodhi’s arm tonight.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. It’s my fault anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m the one who didn’t want to tell Dad about our relationship just yet.”

“Maybe do me a favor and don’t tell him tonight.” Layken cringes in that please-don’t-be-mad-at-me kind of way but I laugh at her suggestion.

“You do not need to worry about that. The last thing I want to do is embarrass him or upset him when he’s in public.” I squeeze her hand reassuringly. “I promise. We’ll both be on our best behavior tonight. You know that. I’ll just talk to him next week during our lunch date.”

“Now there’s a good idea. Order him a footlong wiener to shove in his mouth and then tell him you’re getting all the big dick energy from Bodhi Roche.”

If I had a drink in my mouth right now, I’d be spitting it all over myself. “Oh fuck, Layken!” I laugh. “This is why I love you so much.”

The dinner portionof the night is just about over as the wait staff hurries around the ballroom clearing plates and simultaneously refilling cups of coffee or glasses of wine as they pass out dessert. I’m stuck at a dinner table with my father, Coach Denovah and his wife, as well as the general managers for the Stars and Red Tails. Layken was beside me for much of dinner but now she has responsibilities. Events like these means schmoozing the board and showing off all the fancy details.

Needless to say, the tables to my right, where the players are all seated together, seems much more fun. I’m trying my best not to constantly turn my head to look their way or to draw attention to my obsession with Bodhi. My phone tucked inside my dress pocket – because who goes anywhere anymore without a dress with pockets—vibrates and I reach for it to check my incoming text.

Bodhi

I miss you.

Me

I miss you too. I promise you’re having much more fun than I am right now.

Bodhi

That dress on you…

Me

Oh, this old thing?

Bodhi

I’ve done nothing but think about all the ways I’d like to pleasure you while you’re wearing it…and then not wearing it.

Me

Oh? Let’s hear them.

Bodhi

With a plunging neckline like that, I would definitely have easy access to those gorgeously round tits.

Me