Winning It All (Hometown Players Book 4) Read Free

special occasions that involve special people I am not just trying to impress but trying to undress. She takes it in, starts to turn pink and lowers her eyes. For a second I’m disappointed. Is she a delicate flower type? Damn, I hope not.
    “Just what I was looking for,” I murmur and wait before adding, “Veuve Cliquot.”
    “We might be out,” she says, the pink tinge to her cheeks receding as she tips the bottle in her hand to show it’s empty. “But if you flashed that smile at Sara she’s probably off wrestling the last glass out of someone’s hand just to give it to you.”
    I fight a laugh. “You like my smile?”
    “I didn’t say that,” she answers quickly, and a sexy little smirk covers her own pink lips. “And I’ll never say that, because women like Sara will say it enough for the rest of us.”
    So much snark. I think I’m in love. I know I’m in lust.
    “Great party,” I say to her as a compliment because she might be the caterer if she knows the staff’s first names. “And this place is incredible. I don’t think Seattle has ever had such a high-tech gym.”
    “Fitness center,” she murmurs back and her voice is soft and sexy. “Elevate Fitness is for the marathoners, the Iron men and women, the professional athletes looking to take it to the next level or for the housewife, businessman and average Joe looking to change their lifestyle.”
    “You’ve got their slogan memorized?”
    She points to my empty martini glass. I nod and watch every move as she slowly turns and bends, her hips twisting and her ass jutting out toward me as she leans over to pick up the bottle of Grey Goose. Mon Dieu, the things I will do to her when she lets me…
    “I should. I wrote it.” She gives me another sexy little smile. So she’s not the caterer. She works here. Instructor or business manager or…Avery had mentioned the owner, Trey, was “married to a great girl”…fuck. Is she Trey’s wife?
    “I teach classes here,” she clarifies before I have time to panic.
    “Let me guess…” I let my eyes wander slowly over her, leaning on the counter to get a gratuitous look at her long, shapely legs. “Spin class instructor?”
    She shakes her head and slides my drink over to me. I make sure my fingers graze hers as I take the glass off the counter. The feel of her skin sends a ripple down my spine right into my groin. Fuck, she is already under my skin. I’ve never experienced something so intense so quickly before, and it makes me move away first. She likes that. It makes her blush again.
    “Wanna have another go?”
    I smirk. I can’t help it. I know she means another guess, but…“I haven’t had a first go…yet.”
    She blinks those big, sexy gray eyes and then she smiles. It’s wide, it’s deep and it’s full of suggestion. She starts to speak, but before anything comes out Sara is back holding a bottle of pink champagne. “Found it! Last bottle.”
    She starts to uncork it, smiling so brightly at me I want to squint. I turn my attention back to Emerald Dress. She looks at the champagne and realizes I must be getting a drink for someone else. I can see the thought skitter across her expression. She doesn’t like it. I like that she doesn’t like it. But before I can explain it’s for my sister, she announces, “I should go. Excuse me.”
    I watch her tight little ass swing back and forth under the silky material as she saunters off down a hall to the left of the main room where everyone is gathered.

Shayne
    I can convince myself that whole thing with the tall, dark stranger in the perfectly fitted midnight blue suit was no big deal for about fifteen minutes. I act like it didn’t happen while I check to make sure the saunas are pristine. I pretend it was just a casual conversation while making sure the women’s changing room is immaculate and the showers are sparkling. I blame the bottle of wine Audrey made me split with her at her apartment while we got ready for my