Page 14 of Her Big Bad Mistake

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Damon wanted so badly to take Becky up to her room and fuck her, but he wanted her to know she was special, different. He wanted her to get to know him, the real him. “You don’t know how much I want to leave here right now and go up to your room and make love to you. But I want you to get to know me. I want you and me together.”

“Really, now you want to do all this?”

He tucked a strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes behind her ear. “I haven’t been with anyone since New Orleans. I want you. I want us to spend time together while Jacob and Caleb do promo shit and work.”

Becky closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Okay. Let’s give it a try. We have a couple of days before I leave.”

He wanted to ask her where she was going to be living, but first he wanted to see if they could make this work. “Let’s have dinner. The guys said they were sorry they wouldn’t make it on time. They’ll be here in about twenty, but only to come in and talk. The rest of the night they are doing promo things but they have tomorrow free. So tonight I get to have you all to myself once they leave.”

“Okay. I’m starving. Do you need to see the menu?”

“No. I’ve eaten here before.”

She caught the eye of their waitress and waved her over. “Hi. We’re ready to order. The other two people in our party will only be joining us for dessert.” The waitress nodded and pulled out a pad and pencil. Becky ordered then he did, and when the waitress left Becky turned to him. “I’d like to know if this life doesn’t make you happy. Why don’t you stop, change professions?”

Damon was shocked that she’d ask him that. “Why do you think I’m not happy?”

“All you’ve done since I have met you is brood. At first I just thought you were angry at something, but the more time I spent the more I noticed it’s not so much that you’re angry, it’s that you brood. You don’t seem happy with your lot in life.”

“Why are you still with me if you think I’m depressing?” He was shocked Becky thought this of him and wondered why she’d agree to be with him.

“I never said depressing. And I don’t know what it is about you, Damon, but I’m drawn to you. You may be brooding but it works for you—well, sometimes.” She reached across and brushed his hair over to one side. “What I’m talking about is that sad look you get in your eyes when you think no one is looking, or how I noticed when men and woman throw themselves at the famous Damon Chet, the big ice hockey star, you look sad.”

Ha! Here he thought he hid everything so well, yet a woman he’d known less than a month knew him. “I love hockey. It’s everything that goes with it to get me to where I am that I don’t like. I’ve had enough of promoting and lying. I’m sick of being lied to. Do you know the one thing I love the most about you?”

Becky bit her bottom lip and shook her head. The action had his gaze focusing on her mouth. He reached up and lightly traced her lips. Her teeth stopped and her tongue came out to lick her lips. He grinned when her breath hitched and her tongue touched his finger.

He leaned in closer. “I love that you don’t care who I am. I bet you still haven’t looked me up. I love the feeling I get from just hearing about you. Do you know you never have anything negative to say about anyone? You’re always positive. Always seeing the bright side of everything. You’re sweet, and you put trust in people, believing they are good. All those things left me a long time ago.”

“Oh, Damon, that’s not true. You haven’t lost those things. I choose to believe in the good in people because if I didn’t I’d be scared all the time. Some people just need you to believe in them. I know there is always something good in a bad situation—it may not show itself straight away, but eventually it does. Sometimes it is as simple as learning from a mistake.”

“See, positive.” He winked at her. “Do you know you’re the first woman in a long time who hasn’t thrown herself at me?”

Becky snorted, and shit if he didn’t think that was cute. “I think you forget New Orleans.”

“I came on to you, remember? You were dancing and I took you away.”

Becky’s musical laughter had him sitting back in his seat feeling a lot more confident. He hadn’t known he’d been worried about how this would go until he relaxed.

They talked while they waited for their dinner—about the weather, the flight to Vegas, and the differences in the hotels they’d chosen and who’d chosen the better one. Damon’s hand rubbed her thigh and his other brushed any bare skin accessible to him. By the time they were halfway through their meals Jacob and Caleb came and sat down at the table and he groaned because he knew he’d missed his chance of dragging Becky up to her room.

“Sorry. We got held up longer than we thought, but we got all the promo done so we could have fun together tonight.” Jacob’s brows furrowed and his lips turned down in a frown. “I’m sorry, but we have to work tomorrow. I think that’s why they let us rush the promo we had to do tonight. Did we miss anything? Did you have to wait long? Has Damon been on his best behavior? What have you been talking about?” Jacob shot question after question at Becky and Damon glared at his friend. He was sick of no one thinking he could act appropriately. He shouldn’t be too surprised, though. Jacob and Caleb did take him on this trip to keep him out of trouble.

Becky held her hand up to stop Jacob from continuing. “Everything is fine. Damon has been the perfect gentleman.” She smiled at him and his chest tightened as that one look alone calmed him and eased his upset.

“Ha, now we know you’re lying, Damon a perfect gentlemen.” Caleb winked at her and she giggled.

He looked at the table and right at that moment he felt happy. Under the table he reached for Becky’s hand and held it tight. So much for their night alone.

Last night hadbeen great. She told Caleb and Jacob that she didn’t mind that they worked today, as she was looking forward to doing some exploring and activities on her own. Jacob had bugged her and didn’t seem convinced at first, but by the end of this afternoon she was sure he was. Damon hadn’t been around today as she went exploring—he’d texted her, though, telling her he was getting everything ready for their date. He was taking her out tonight to dinner and a surprise. Becky was excited.

She’d come back to the hotel in the late arvo and had a nap, Becky didn’t know how long she’d be up tonight and she didn’t want to be too tired. She got out of a relaxing bath and sat by her suitcase, unsure of what to wear. Reaching for her phone, she messaged Damon. What type of clothes should I wear? Fancy or casual?

Drying herself, she found her sexy underwear and smiled when her phone beeped. Comfy casual. Becky was curious now. What did Damon have in store?

He picked her up at her room half an hour later. She now sat at a table at the Cheesecake Factory. “I haven’t eaten here before.”

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