Page 75 of Totally Played
“What?”
I run my nose up his neck, breathing deeply.
“It smells way better on you.”
He leans against me; my arms wrap around his chest as he tilts his head up and kisses me.
His lips are soft, warm, and perfect and it’s over far too quickly.
“We should go, right?” he asks, and I check my watch.
“Crap, yeah, ummm, Red will be here in a minute with the car. Do I look okay?”
He turns and lets his gaze sweep over my body, lust filling those gorgeous blue-gray eyes.
“Good enough to eat.”
“I’ll take you up on that later.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Calvin
The limousine pulls around the corner, and I squeeze Ash’s hand excitedly.
“This will be my first time in a limo,” I say, and he lifts my hand to kiss the back.
“You didn’t have one for prom?”
“Nope. My date’s father owned an old Mercedes, so he drove us.”
“Hopefully we get to experience a lot of firsts together,” he says, and I think of all the firsts we’ve already shared. Something tells me the limo will be the least exciting of them all.
He opens the door for me, and I climb in and take a seat next to Red just inside the door. Ash sits on my other side.
“Everyone, this is Calvin,” Red immediately introduces me, then goes around the seats to introduce the rest of the people who’ll be filling out his table. I immediately forget all of their names except for Jennifer, Red’s sister, and Brad, who keeps looking at where Ash and my hands sit clasped against Ash’s thigh, a frown teasing on his brow.
The seats are a warm, deep brown leather and wrap around in a C shape with a full bar on the other long side. Everyone is drinking something, but I just have water, as does Ash.
“So, you play Banana Ball, right?” Jennifer asks, and I nod.
“Yes. Both my twin brother Tony and I play.”
“Oh, you’re a twin, how nice. Do you look the same? Like, are you identical?”
“Yep,” I say, but Ash leans forward to interject.
“They’re not as identical as they think. I can tell them apart, and not just because Calvin is way hotter.”
My cheeks go warm, but in a good way.
“Okay, everyone listen up,” Red starts, clapping his hands a couple of times to quiet down the conversations. “Tonight is for charity, but we’ll also be working, so no getting sloshed, looking at you, Riggs.”
“Hey, it was one time,” he replies, glancing down at the glass of half-finished scotch in his hands. He reaches over and sets it on the bar side.
Red continues. “If any of you can manage to book a meeting with Foxworth, Levingston, MTPS, or Grange, you’ll get two-hundred-and-fifty shares in RED Tech.”
“And if we secure investment with one of them?” Jennifer asks, and Red shrugs.
