Page 56 of Sky Full of Stars

“Thanks…I think.”

He helps me off his lap and gets up. I watch him adjust himself. I very nearly offer to help him with it, no sex, just you know, making him more comfortable. He sees where my eyes are and I think he sees I’m about to relent. He grabs his coat and walks to the door without touching me again.

“Have a good day in work. I’ll pick you up at six, don’t wear anything sexy,” he laughs.

Then he’s gone. I stare at the door. What the hell am I doing? How can I let him walk out? I’ve never wanted a man so badly. My heart is pounding, I’m soaked and desperate to be touched. I stumble off the couch and over to the window to watch him drive away.

Brooke is probably right, his hand may be broken tomorrow. But I’m gonna need a bucket full of batteries too. My vibrator is about to get hammered.

Chapter Seventeen

When I surprised Jenna at the gym this morning, her whole face lit up. I’d arranged a session with Sam although he’d caught me more than once watching her and rolled his eyes, until it got out of hand and he said he’d make me leave. I felt incredibly happy to see her watching me every now and then too. How could I not look at her, in her sexy tight workout gear, covered in sweat, her earbuds pumping eighties cheesy rock into her ears. I’m sure she has an idea about what I got up to when I left her apartment last night and I wonder if she did the same. She sure as shit looked like she was desperate for it and part of me thinks if I’d pushed, I’d have been in her bed last night, but I didn’t want Jenna to regret anything about being with me.

The meat head from the other day wasn’t at the gym, thankfully, I was still seething about that asshole putting his hands on her. Sam didn’t let me take a break to kiss her goodbye. She looked good in her workout gear but she looked out of this world dressed for work.

That evening, I sent a car to get her, the driver had flowers for her and I’d text her reminding her to dress casual. I have someone to bring her up to where I am. Inside this box, no one is gonna ask any questions because I’m not the only celebrity here. I’ve never met them before but we shake hands and make small talk. I’m slightly amused to see how the men react when she comes in. She has her hair down, is wearing a pink t-shirt with capped sleeves that has a ruffle down the front, paired with slim fitting black jeans. Her make-up is subtle and she has small tear drop silver earrings in.

She looks around nervously and then she sees me. I get up as she walks towards me.

“Baseball?” she shakes her head.

“It’s the Yankees,” I say as if that explains everything. “Want a drink?”

She looks around. “Beer, please.”

I hold up my bottle to a waitress and two fingers. She nods. “You look hot, Slugger,” I laugh, kissing her as the waitress brings our drinks. “Like a sexy college student.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “I think you need your pervy old man disguise Mathews,” she laughs and it makes me smile hearing her call me by my real last name. “Thanks for the flowers. And the driver. And this,” she glances around again. “I’ve never been in one of these boxes before. I’m not a big fan of baseball but this is amazing.”

“It’s not the same as being out there,” I tell her. “But that would be a recipe for disaster.”

“Is that who I think it is?” she asks looking over my shoulder.

I glance back then turn to her. “Oh sure, you recognise him but have no clue who I am?”

“Sorry,” she giggles.

We go to our seats, I put my arm around her as we’re offered warm pretzels. She takes one but I decline. She leans forward to look out across Yankee Stadium. It’s already full and although the crowd hasn’t got up to its ear-splitting decibel level yet, it’s noisy below where we’re sitting.

“I thought we would be going to a bought-out restaurant or something.”

“I only do that on the first date,” I tell her. “Once they’re impressed, it all goes downhill.”

“You don’t think this is impressive?” she nudges me.

“It wouldn’t be to most women.”

“Luckily, I’m not most women,” she smiles.

“You are definitely not,” I pull her close to me.

We drink beer, she eats her pretzel and a hot dog and I begin to realise she thought we were going to dinner and hasn’t eaten. I feel like a tool for not telling her but she hasn’t complained. The game gets started and the crowd goes crazy. I watch her watching between the real thing and the screens in the box, her eyes are bright and she’s clearly enjoying herself. I want to see that look in her eye all day and night. I wish I had longer here with her, but one thing was for damn sure, when I leave tomorrow this isn’t going to end.

“I know it’s not ideal but you think you can get away from work again tomorrow?”

She looks over at me. I can see the wheels turning. She knows it’s my last day here.

“We could go somewhere.”

---