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I draw in a deep breath. “I’ve decided to take Erin’s offer. I’m going to be moving to Vegas.”
“Oh!” My mom squeals, and she holds a hand up to her mouth before she rushes over to pull me into a hug. “Oh, I’m so happy!”
I hear the emotion in her voice, and I chide her. “Don’t cry, Mom. You’ll mess up your gorgeous makeup.”
She laughs as she pulls back, and she wipes her eyes. “You’re right.” She fans her face as she pulls it together, and my dad hugs me next.
He kisses the top of my head. “I’m so proud of you, Desi. You’re a superstar, and you’re going to blow Vegas away.”
I preen under his praise, and I have to admit, I’m excited to see what the future holds for me here in Vegas.
The car arrives to take us to tonight’s event, and I can’t help but wish I had a date tonight. I wish Asher could rest his hand on my knee, and we could walk arm-in-arm up to the bar, and we could dance and laugh the night away together.
It’s only the beginning for us, and someday I think my dad will understand. Just maybe not while Asher’s working to fix his reputation while earning the respect of everyone in his locker room—coaching staff included.
I feel like I’ve met everyone on the Vegas Aces staff at this point, and when my dad starts talking to Steve and my mom and Barb get to talking, I excuse myself to the bar.
“Dirty martini,” I order.
Just then, a voice behind me adds, “Extra dirty.”
I spin around and find myself face-to-face with Asher Nash in a red and black camouflage suit, looking like an absolutesnack.
What are you doing here?seems like a stupid question since this event is celebrating athletes in the community. I knew he had an event tonight, but I didn’t know it was the same one I’d be attending.
“Make it two,” he says, and he shoots me a wink as he runs a hand through his hair.
“Filthy,” I murmur.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he says quietly as the bartender turns away to make our drinks. “But I’m glad.”
I smile. “So am I.”
“Jesus, you look hot in that dress,” he murmurs as he looks away from me, trying to make it look from afar like we’re not even having a conversation.
“Even hotter out of it.” I raise a challenging brow.
His eyes return to me, heated as always. “Show me.”
“Right here?” I tuck some of my hair behind my ear, and he groans a little. Something about my hair seems to do it for him.
He glances around the room as if he’s looking for a place for us to go. “The patio?” he suggests.
“I haven’t been out there yet.”
“There are also some executive meeting rooms near the bathrooms that looked like they weren’t in use.”
“You scoped the place out?” I ask.
He chuckles. “No, my brother pointed them out to me, actually. He was teasing me, but joke’s on him.” He pauses. “Shit,” he mumbles under his breath.
I’m about to ask him why he cursed when I spot Miles Hudson sauntering over.
“Nash,” he says, clapping Asher on the back. “What are you having?”
“Two dirty martinis, extra dirty,” the bartender says, and I realize the innuendo as Asher’s eyes widen a bit.
“Oh, those are mine,” I say smoothly, and I pick them both up and head off in the direction of my parents, chugging down one on the way.
