Page 40 of Win Big

There is. I want to nod, but stop myself. I hold his gaze. “I’m just another vagina to you.”

He chokes. “What?”

“You’re a vagina hunter.”

He laughs softly. “Seriously?”

“Everyone knows it. You even admit it. You like variety. You said that.” I don’t know why I’m pushing that, because I’m sure not looking for a relationship, and especially not with him. I could use five fingers to check off all the reasons it’s a bad idea.

“Hmm. I did say that. But I’m only with one woman at a time. After New Year’s Eve at my place, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you... about this mouth...” His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. Heat slides through me and every nerve ending goes electrified. “About how you taste. And how you kissed me back.” His head is bent now and his mouth is so close to mine again; I can feel his breath on my cheek. I steel myself against the urge to turn my head... just a bit... and meet his mouth with mine. I’m quivering inside, aching, burning. I’ve been thinking the same things about him.

I swallow. Barely a breath away, we stay like that, not looking at each other. His warmth permeates my clothing, my skin. I draw in his scent... clean and crisp and spicy. He must have showered because he doesn’t smell like gross hockey equipment.

I shouldn’t do this.

For a moment, I’m transported back to when I was sixteen. There was a man then I wanted to be with... so badly that I didn’t hesitate or question my judgment. I threw good sense into the ocean and went with my desires. It was the worst mistake of my life. I’ve tried so hard to never repeat that kind of blunder. I’m older and wiser now. I know better.

“Dinner,” Wyatt breathes. “Thursday night.”

“I thought you were busy Thursday.”

“During the day. My evening is free. Come on, Everly. We can go somewhere nice and insult each other until we’re both so horny we can’t stand it.”

I drop my head forward, laughing. “Well, when you put it that way...”

“Good.” He brushes a kiss over my cheek. “Give me your phone number.”

I recite it and he enters it into his phone. “I’ll call you.”

“Text me. I hate talking on the phone.”

He lifts an eyebrow but doesn’t question it. Again, not judging me. “Okay.”

Now he pushes the elevator button and the doors slide open right away. My dad steps out.

Jesus.

I step back, trying to look casual about it. Wyatt seems unphased. “Hi, Mr. Wynn. How are you?”

Dad smiles. “Hello, Wyatt. I’m great, you?”

“Couldn’t be better. Just had a meeting with your daughter.”

Dad shifts his gaze to me, his expression softening. “Hi, Evvie. What are you two meeting about?”

“Hockey for All,” I say. “Wyatt is our ambassador this year.”

“Excellent. Good for you. I’m sure you’ll represent the team well.”

“I’ll do my best, sir.” Wyatt and Dad have changed places, Wyatt now in the elevator and Dad standing next to me. “Bye.” He lifts a casual hand in a farewell gesture, his gaze lingering on my face as Dad turns around, a half smirk on his beautiful mouth.

Asshole.

I can’t help but smile, shaking my head as I follow Dad down the hall.

“I like that boy,” Dad says.

“Everyone likes him,” I mutter.

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