The waitress tilted her head toward the bar. “Compliments of the young lady in the black dress.”
My eyes drifted in the direction indicated and locked on the woman in question. Smirking, Hannah lifted her drink before taking a sip and licking an errant drop from her bottom lip.
I was halfway to stifling a groan when Jaxon’s stern voice cut through my lust-filled haze. “Please tell me you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking.”
“Hmm?” I asked distractedly, taking a long pull from my bottle of beer.
“Cal, I’m serious.”
Tearing my gaze away from Hannah, I looked at my best friend. “What?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve been there. I know that look.” His eyes bore into mine.
“No idea what you’re talking about.” Breaking eye contact now would only signify my guilt, so I didn’t look away from his intense glare.
“You’re going to get yourself traded. Is that what you want?”
“Calm down, Jaxon. No one is getting traded. Nothing is going on.” I was mildly impressed with how nonchalant I sounded.
Eyeing me carefully, he turned back to look at Hannah. “She seems to have quite the fan club.”
If he was trying to provoke me into giving myself away, it worked.
My head snapped around so fast I heard my neck crack. The worst part was that Jaxon wasn’t lying. Three men at the bar surrounded Hannah, each one vying for more of her attention.
Where had those fuckers come from?
I saw red when one dropped his hand to her bare thigh. I wanted to cut it off for daring to touch her.
“That’s what I thought.” Sighing, he asked, “Have you acted on it yet?”
Rubbing my jaw, I kept my eyes on Hannah, responding to Jaxon, “I’m going to plead the fifth.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I held up a finger to Jaxon, pausing our conversation to check the message.
Bad Decision:Hmm. Maybe I should see how it feels to fuck someone wearing my name on their jersey.
Growling, I looked to where Hannah sat cozied up with a fan wearing her father’s old Houston Heroes jersey. Over my dead body was she sleeping with that guy.
You and I both know it’s what’s under the jersey that counts.
Bad Decision:Well, there’s only one way to find out.
I stood suddenly, fists clenching at my sides.
Jaxon remarked, “She always did know how to get under your skin. Guess it was only a matter of time before you got under her clothes.”
Growling, I snapped at my best friend. “Don’t you dare think about her naked.”
Jaxon rolled his eyes. “Settle down. Instead of looking at the happily married man, you might want to focus on the fool who got close enough to put his hands on her. Don’t do anything stupid, like getting into a bar fight over her.”
His words brought me back to reality, and I turned my attention to the bar once more. Hannah let the man get close enough to whisper in her ear before throwing her head back and laughing so loud I could hear it above the chatter in the bar. Turning to look in my direction, she ran a hand up his chest.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
Hannah was a smokeshow with a famous father and was using the combination to push my buttons.
Not wanting to give her the satisfaction, I left the bar without another word to Jaxon. Marching straight to the front desk, I managed to tamp down my anger enough to try and charm the woman working behind the computer.
