Page 33 of Dirty Filthy Boy
Chapter 12
Ty
SATURDAY NIGHTI'm stuck at a charity event the Outlaws set up. I'm not in the best of moods. Not only does the rotator cuff brace restrict my mobility, but the over-the-counter meds aren't cutting it. My shoulder still throbs like a son of a bitch. And prescription drugs are not an option. Doc Latimer may have approved them, but I'm not taking them. Last thing I want is to get hooked on them. So for the next three weeks, I'll just have to deal with the pain.
Monday night, I won't be able to play against the Texas Roughriders. Coach's working with Pedro Santiago, the UCLA boy wonder. The kid's good, better than good. But I'll be damned before I let a rookie take over my starting spot. So this shoulder damn well better heal pronto.
And those are not my only problems. What was MacKenna Perkins doing talking to Oliver Lyons? Does she know him? They looked mighty chummy at the Outlaws' training facility. Maybe she's eager to interview him. I mean, why would she stop at football players when she could work her allure with the billionaire owner of the Outlaws' team?
Agony streaks through me, and I grit my teeth. Damn it. I might be unwilling to take prescription drugs, but maybe a drink will help. On the way to bar, I spot MacKenna, dressed in a blue evening gown, her gorgeous breasts in splendid display. She's enough to take my breath away.
A crowd of reporters interviewing one of our star wide receivers block my way to her. But I'll be damned before I let her get away. Skirting them, I step into her path, and she comes to an abrupt stop.
"Ty! What a surprise. I didn't expect to see you here."
The way she says it tells me she's lying. She totally expected to run into me.
"PR event for the Outlaws."
"Are you okay?" She brushes her hand across my arm before jerking it back to her.
How does she know I'm hurting? And what does she care if my shoulder aches? She broke things off with me. It's probably just a public show which doesn't mean a thing. "I'm fine. Just a small tear in my shoulder. Nothing major. Should be back playing in no time."
"That's good." Her patented smile rolls over her lips, the one that projects innocence.
Fell for that once, but I'm not about to fall for it again. "What about you. Why are you here?" She can't afford the tickets to this gala. Someone had to have paid for her. Oliver Lyons. Maybe that's what they were talking about yesterday.
"I came with a friend, Ty." She points to the young woman by her side.
Her friend bought tickets to the charity function? Wouldn't know it by the way she's dressed, but then rich people can dress however they want. The woman's not as tall as MacKenna. She's tiny in fact, with pixie cut golden hair. Some would call her cute, but she doesn't hold a candle to MacKenna's beauty.
"This is my friend, Marigold Thompson."
"How do you do? I'm a big fan." Pixie cut says with a blinding smile. She's enjoying herself, that much is clear.
I shake hands before I turn back to the woman I haven't stopped thinking about. Even after five days. Even after she made a fool out of me, my dick wants more of what she's dishing out. Right now, if it can be arranged. But I can't very well jump her in the middle of the ballroom floor which means I'll need to act civilized. "You look beautiful."
MacKenna's cheeks turn a soft rose pink. "Thanks."
How does she do that? How does she turn on that purer than undriven snow act when down deep she's nothing but a groupie. Not that I care. All I want to is to drag her somewhere where we can be alone so we can do all those dirty, filthy things we did before. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"
Before she has a chance to respond, a shadow descends upon us. "MacKenna. There you are."
A flustered look rolls over her face. "Oliver."
Oliver Lyons. Son of a bitch. Did he bring MacKenna to the charity function? Is he the 'friend' she referred to?
He rests his hand on her arm, as if he has every right to do so, and I see red. "The hotel's so big, I worried you'd gotten lost, so I came looking for you."
"No. Not lost. Ran into Ty. I'm interviewing him for the newspaper." She rushes to explain.
I hiss out a broken breath.Yeah, that's all I am to her, a way to further her career. I don't care. My cock doesn't care. It wants to sink into her hot pussy again. "Yeah, about that interview. We never finished it. We can go somewhere and do that."
Her eyes widen. "Now?"
I struggle to get my anger under control. She won't come with me if she sees how pissed off I am. "No time like the present." I give her my most charming smile.
"But I don't have anything to take notes with."
