Page 81 of Hale Yes
Nevertheless, I’m at the new Houston Dragons stadium on a Saturday because Helix invited me a couple weeks ago. That was way before our little lab rendezvous on Thursday.
Yeah. That. Also known as the best damn sexual encounter of my life.
I was concerned about going to work yesterday. In fact, I almost called in sick to avoid the awkwardness, but I thought that would be too obvious. All in all, we acted pretty normal on the day after, other than a couple shared glances that lasted a beat too long.
Thanks to Helix’s massive dick, I still felt some soreness between my legs, which I did my best to conceal. But we worked in the microbiology lab yesterday, and their stools aren’t as well padded, so I tended to shift in my seat a lot. I’m pretty sure Helix noticed because I caught him smiling as he looked through a microscope. The smug, sexy man.
After showing my identification at the stadium, I ride with a guard in an elevator that opens on the top floor, where the suites are located.
“This one right here, ma’am,” he says, gesturing to a silver door near the center with a dragon logo on the outside.
I tug the hem of my jersey down and stare at the door. Crap, I’m not sure if I should knock or what. The decision is made for me a moment later when the door swings open, revealing a smiling Helix.
“Hey, Nicolette. They messaged that you were on your way up,” he says quietly, his gaze eating me up as he takes in my outfit. “I like the boots.”
“Oh, um, thanks. Stefan and Lukas helped me pick out everything last night.” I wave my hand toward my fitted Dragonsjersey, fringed denim shorts that show off my legs without being obscenely short, and black cowboy boots.
His smile fades a little, and he leans in slightly, enveloping me in his delicious scent. “I’m really sorry I couldn’t go to dinner with you last night. My brother’s home from London.”
“I know. It was totally fine.” I pat his arm in what should be a completely platonic gesture, but it makes the back of my neck hot when I have a flashback of his thick arms and strong hands holding me to the table while he…
“What are you thinking about, queenie?” he rumbles, snapping me out of my daydream to find him fighting a knowing smile that tells me he knows damn well what I’m thinking about.
“Just wondering if you’re going to make me stand out here all day,” I say, keeping my voice light.
With a laugh he steps back and lets me in. I have to consciously keep my mouth from gaping open like an uncultured boob when I take in the space. It’s phenomenal.
A full kitchen sits to the right as I walk in and it’s tiled in the Dragons’ team colors of black, silver, and purple. The countertops are lined with an array of food, buffet-style, and even the cabinet handles are shaped like dragons.
Beyond that is the lounge with a textured black concrete floor and several plush rugs beneath purple couches and chairs. Low brushed silver tables provide a place for the occupants to set their drinks, and one curved wall is covered with television screens showing various games from across the nation.
“This is amazing,” I gush.
“I agree,” Helix says. “I’m glad the new league went all in and did things right. There’s more seating down there.”
He points to a set of stairs that leads down to a lower level with rows of luxurious reclining chairs. An enormous wall of windows provides an excellent view of the field that’s visible from both the lounge and the lower seating area.
“Nicolette!” I turn at the sound of a voice to find Phoenix striding toward us. Good grief! It’s a tad disconcerting to see two of the best-looking men on the planet in the same space.
“Hey, Phoenix,” I reply, accepting his quick hug. “Thanks for having me.”
“Of course. You’re part of our family now.” He steps back and looks me over. “Look at you being all Texan with your cowboy boots. I like it.”
I laugh and lower my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I wasn’t sure what to wear, so my neighbors went shopping with me. They assured me this was standard attire for Texas football.”
“It’s perfect, and to be honest, I’m a little jealous of those denim shorts.”
Helix casts a flat stare at his twin. “Really, Phe? You’re going to talk about jorts again?”
“Hell yes, I am. Why do people look down on men wearing them?” His replica lifts his chin defiantly. “I think we should normalize jorts for men.”
Helix shakes his head at this pronouncement, but his lips tug up at the corners. “Thank god we’re not in the fashion industry, bro. You would single-handedly bring down the entire family business with your choices.”
“Seriously though, I don’t understand why women can wear denim shorts and men can’t. It’s borderline discriminatory.”
I can’t help but laugh at this nut. “You should really be some kind of ambassador for human rights, Phoenix.”
He looks pleased, but Helix groans. “Fuck’s sake, don’t encourage him.”
