Page 2 of Mr. Arrogant

Chance took that opportunity to put in his two cents and squealed. It would appear he agreed with his mother.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Sofie murmured. Tonight was not the night she would make a decision that would impact her entire life. Nursing had been her career from the moment she’d graduated from college. But lately, she was burned out. It wasn’t as fun as it was when she’d first entered the work force.

She was tired of being degraded by patients, yelled at by physicians, made to work with unsafe ratios while no one cared. She loved caring for people, but there had to be a line drawn somewhere. It was already bad that nurses were leaving the field in droves. She just wasn’t a quitter, and what Alana offered her was a good deal. She had to really think about it and if it would be a right move for her.

The door opened to the elevator, and Sofie followed London and Alana out. She caught sight of Jaxon slipping James a tip on his way out. The man could be an asshole, but every so often she’d catch him doing something that was out of character for him.

She didn’t know how, but somehow Jaxon arrived beside her, strolling down the curved hall toward the skybox he and his brother had bought out. She scowled, shooting daggers at the back of her friend’s head. She tried to increase her pace, but his long legs allowed him to easily keep pace with her.

“I hear you’re coming with us to Bora Bora,” Jaxon’s deep voice broke through the silence.

She sighed and sent up a prayer. She eyed him and cursed internally when her heart skipped a beat.

Why did he have to be so damn handsome? With his dark hair, stormy-gray eyes, and perfect physique. Woman clamored to him like flies on shit. She saw the appeal in him but swore she wouldn’t give in to her carnal thoughts.

Alana constantly teased her that they didn’t get along because of the sexual tension between them. Sofie still couldn’t believe Alana had suggested she go ahead and sleep with Jaxon. Her friend was completely dickmatized and apparently wasn’t thinking too straight.

She and Jaxon?

No way in hell.

“I am and I hear the place is big enough where I won’t have to see you if I don’t want to,” she replied haughtily.

Jaxon chuckled and elbowed her slightly. She ignored the warm sensation from his skin brushing against hers. A shiver rippled down her spine.

“I’m not that bad.”

“To who?” she scoffed.

They had arrived at their destination. London held the door open to allow Alana and Sofie to enter. The guys followed in behind them. There were already other people inside the box. Sofie recognized a few of the sports agents who worked for London and Jaxon along with their guests. They had everything they would need in this room. There was a bar, tables lined up with food being served buffet style. A couple of waiters milled around, ensuring everyone had what they needed. There were two rows of seats in front of the opening that showcased the court down below.

Loud music blared from the speakers. Sofie rushed over to the window so she could look down below and put some distance between her and Jaxon. She took in the scene and grew excited. The atmosphere in the arena was electric. The dance troupe was entertaining the growing crowd. She loved the DJ and the troupe. They knew how to entertain.

“Hey,” she called out, swaying to the beat of the music. It was one of the popular songs that was out, and she loved it. The fans were getting involved, clapping and dancing along as well. Othermembers of the troupe raced around, shooting balled-up t-shirts up from their small handheld canons.

She had a good feeling about tonight. She loved the Cleveland Knights and was a big fan. She sent up a small prayer that her team would secure their victory and championship tonight.

“Oh, look at all the people,” Alana murmured. She came to stand beside Sofie. “The game doesn’t start for another hour.”

“Girl, you do realize this is the championships, right? And, might I add, history that everyone wants to be a part of.” Sofie laughed. Her friend wasn’t too into sports and wouldn’t understand the significance of a team and the final championship game. “And we are going to win tonight. I feel it in my bones.”

“I sure do hope so.” A newcomer came to stand on the other side of Sofie. He was a nice-looking guy, tall, brown hair with a wide grin. One dimple appeared on one of his cheeks. He was dressed in a white button-down and jeans.

“Sofie, this is Aston. He’s an agent for Primetime. Aston, this is my best friend, Sofie,” Alana introduced them.

Sofie took his hand in a warm shake.

“How are you?” she murmured. If all the sports agents looked like him, maybe she would ask London if they were hiring nurses. Someone had to assess employees or athletes to make sure they were in good health.

“I’m good. You’re into basketball?” Aston asked. He sidled closer to Sofie.

She smiled, ignoring her friend’s chuckle. Aston was cute, and it would be nice to have someone of the male species pay her attention and not get on her nerves.

“I am and I’m from Cleveland. We always support our teams,” she teased.

He barked a laugh and jerked his head in a nod. “I’m learning that. I’m from Chicago, and we’re the same way about our teams.”

Sofie leaned against the short wall in front of them, giving him her attention. She caught sight of Alana walking over to London from the corner of her eye.

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