This had me turning around to face her. Her caramel skin tone, with light freckles, gave her an exotic air. Long legs, toned body at every muscled curve, like she worked specifically on it. Arms like Michelle Obama, sculpted calves you knew could run for miles. Long, straight, hair reached the middle of her back. She was a nice-looking woman, but I wasn’t into that.
“I'm not sure you want to bark up this tree.” I leaned back away from her. “Told you before I don’t swing that way.
The bartender took that time to slide my drink to me and when I went to grab it, her fingers lingered. This move did not miss Desiree who quickly turned into me, slid her hand up to my face and tilted my head toward her.
“I absolutely want to bark up this tree.” She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow while her other arm moving down my suit jacket.
Her shit was getting beyond the limit. She was the type that needed a forceful hand. Some bitches did not understand no. My other problem, in and out of the league, is because I am a basketball coach or player, there is an assumption about my sexuality. Then, there is the other assumption because I’m more of a pants suit type of woman because the idea of stockings simply makes me itch.
Out the corner of my eyes, I saw a hulking figure staring at us. Harvey was openly watching our exchange, or just me. I moved Desiree away from me and said again, “What part of I don’t go that way, don’t you get?”
“Such a fucking tease.” She tugged at the bottom of her dress.
I held up my glass toward her. “Have a good night.”
I swirled around to see Harvey staring at me with a wry smirk on his face. It was a knowing, calculating look and fuck if that didn't make my panties wet. I stood there, openly looking back, knowing—he'd make me cry out his name. The man would work at it until he succeeded. It was evident and written all of his face that contained those hidden secrets. For fucks sake, he was a goddamn owner of a semi-professional, athletic team, a rival one at that. That was only one issue. The other was the package I knew he had between those legs. It was in his stance, that smirk on his face, and those eyes. Plus, he was an arrogant, self-righteous, and exuded power from his mere presence.
Having enough of the cat and mouse games with Desiree, Harvey and the wet panties the man inspired, I went to retrieve my coat and called for my car.
My battery-operated boyfriend was about to be utilized.
A lot.
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