Page 15 of Run Game
I give her a soft smile as I pull her to a bench and sit down. She plops down next to me, sitting quietly while I arrange for a car to take us to the other hotel so I can get my luggage, then to the airport for our flight home.
I officially have two weeks to make my wife fall in love with me.
Six hours later, we’ve boarded our plane to Boston. The East Coast got hit with an ice storm earlier today, so we were stuck in Vegas a little longer than expected. But everything is back on track now as Dia and I make our way to our first-class seats.
“Good evening,” says the flight attendant. She’s a younger girl, maybe in her early twenties, with red hair and bright green eyes. She’s okay, but definitely nowhere near the absolute smoke show sitting next to me. “Can I get you something to drink?” She flutters her lashes and gives me what I think is supposed to be a coy smile. I'm pretty used to this sort of thing happening when I'm in public, but all of a sudden, it's like I can't see any of the other women that exist in this world.
“Oh, no than?—”
I’m cut off when a small hand with a very flashy diamond resting on it wraps around my bicep. I look over to see Dia glaring at the girl while digging her nails into my skin like I’m the one doing something wrong.Ouch.
“Actually,” she says, “I’ll take a glass of champagne. We’re celebrating. We just got married.”
This woman makes my head spin. And my dick hard.
The flight attendant pastes on a fake smile. “Oh. Congratulations!” she says, ducking her head as if she’s embarrassed at the fact that she was openly flirting with amarried man while his wife sat right next to him. “I’ll be right back with your drink.”
As she walks away, I slowly turn my head, flashing Dia a shit-eating grin. “What was that?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “Nothing. I was just saving you from some thirsty bitch hitting on you the whole flight. You could thank me, you know.”
I shouldn’t poke the bear, but I can’t help myself. “What if Iwantedher to flirt with me? Ever think of that?”
She scoffs. “You don’t.” She nonchalantly scans the cabin, looking around at the people who are just now boarding. Suddenly, her eyes go wide and her jaw drops, causing me to direct my attention to where she’s looking.
Godfuckingdamnit.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “That’s Cam Hardy.”
“Who?” I ask, pretending like I don’t know him at all. With any luck, she’ll drop it.
“Cam Hardy,” she repeats his name, never taking her eyes off the handsome motherfucker as he reaches up, putting his carry-on into the overhead bin above his seat. And why wouldn’t his shirt ride up, giving her an indecent peek at his bare obliques? “He’s only the hottest player on the Bruins roster. Like, ever.”
I look over at him, shrugging. “He’s alright, I guess. If you’re into that sort of thing.”
“Oh, I can assure you thatI aminto that sort of thing,” she says. There’s drool.She’s drooling now.“I’m going to go say hi.”
“Dia, he’s married. With children. You can’t just go over there and—” Before I can stop her, she’s out of her seat and moving toward him.Fuck.Hopping up, I follow behind her like the little puppy I am. By the time I getthere, she’s already introduced herself and they’re shaking hands.
“I just had to come say hello,” she says to him, giggling like a fucking schoolgirl with a crush. “I’m a huge fan.” Oh, okay. So, she had absolutely no idea who I was when she met me, but she’s this guy’s biggest fan? *thumbs up*
“It’s very nice to meet you,” he says with a smile. Just then, he sees me looming over her shoulder. “Oh, hey, Davis! What’s up, man?” He gives me a high-five. “Haven’t seen you since the Children’s Hospital fundraiser. Congrats on the big win!”
“Yeah, thanks,” I reply. “I see you’ve met my wife.”
His eyes go wide as he flashes a genuine smile. “Oh, wow. I didn’t know you were married!”
Dia gasps, looking over her shoulder at me with a scowl before returning to him. “We’re not. He’s kidding. We’re just friends.”
Like fuck, we are. “That’s not what you were saying last night when my tongue was in your—” She slaps a hand over my mouth, silencing me as she drags me back toward our seats, growling in frustration. I wave to Cam as he chuckles before sitting back down.
She lets out an exaggerated huff as she throws herself in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest like a petulant child. “Thanks for ruining that for me,” she sasses.
“You’re welcome,” I reply. I grip her face, turning it toward me as I move my lips to her ear. “And if you ever refer to me as yourfriendto another man again, I’ll put you over my knee and show him how veryunfriendlyI am when it comes to you.”
Her shaky sigh as I press a barely there kiss on her lips before turning away lets me know that my message was heard, loud and fucking clear.
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