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Maybe the preteen in me wasn’t such a dummy when it came to Grayson Nash. I just had to bide my time and wait for this moment.
He opens his mouth to say something when the server appears at the end of our table with our drinks, snapping the intimacy right out of the moment.
He holds up his gin, and I hold up my vodka drink.
“To the right place at the right time,” he says.
I clink his glass with mine, and some sort of unspoken promise passes between us as we each take a sip.
This should feel awkward, right? It’s like a first date, but we both know it’s going to end in his hotel room, and maybe we’ll even have breakfast together. I have to work tomorrow, but that’s a minor detail. So I’ll be tired in the morning. I was tired and hungover when I got up today, but it’s not stopping me right now.
“What’s your favorite thing about Vegas?” he asks.
“The weather, except for the super-hot months.”
“How long have you been here?” he asks.
“Seven years now.”
He twists his lips a little and runs his hand through his hair. “Maybe when I get back you can show me around a little.”
My brows shoot up in surprise. I’m about to remind him that he’s the one who made the early call that he can’t promise anything beyond tonight, but if he’s interested in seeing me again, there’s no way in hell I’m bringing that up. “I’d love to.” I pull my phone out before I lose my nerve and pull up a new contact screen. I slide the phone over to him. “Type in your number.”
To my surprise, he does, and he texts Cookie to himself. He saves my contact in his phone, too.
Holy shit.
Grayson Nash just gave me his number.
It’s all these little things that keep shocking me, but it’s also these little things that mean a lot to me.
Our appetizers arrive, and he rips off a chunk of pretzel and hands it to me to go first. I dip it in the cheese sauce and let out a soft moan of delight at the flavors.
He visibly shifts again, and I love that I have this power over him. It makes me feel bold and powerful and sexy—something I never felt with my ex.
In fact, just about everything about tonight is different from anything I’ve felt before.
And I’m not going to be ready to let that go when the sun rises tomorrow.
Chapter 8: Grayson Nash
The Right Place at the Right Time
The longer I sit here with her, the less this feels like a hookup and the more it feels like someone I want to get to know more before I take her upstairs and fuck her until she can’t see straight.
I’m not sure when this turned into a date, but it did.
I’m sure I’ll get shit from the teammates I ditched to take her back to my hotel, but I’ll worry about that tomorrow.
Tonight, all I can focus on is her.
She talks to me like she already knows me, and she makes me feel comfortable in a way that women rarely do. She’s obviously more than just some jersey chaser, yet she came back here with me to my hotel.
It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.
And that’s why I let it slip that I want her to show me around town. It’s why I didn’t hesitate when she had me put her number in my phone, and why I immediately texted myself to make sure I had her number, too.
This isn’t just going to be some one-night hookup, though I can’t define what it will be until I’ve had the chance to get to know her a little better.
