Then to top it all off I’ve got to listen to the asshole treat a sexy, gorgeous woman like shit. The dude should have realized what he had with this little spitfire before he screwed it up. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her long black hair is in curls down to her waist. She has to have the brightest green eyes I’ve ever seen and they make me want to get closer to her to see if they get darker when she’s excited. But probably the kicker is the way her curvy body is almost begging me to run my hands down her backside. She’s beautiful and in a class of her own. She doesn’t seem like the skanks that Carter usually hooks up with.
Listening to Carter say that all baseball players are no-standard losers like him is just too much. I snort loudly at his remark.
The woman with the black hair and fire in her eyes looks at me and so does Carter. I can see just a flicker of interest on her face and as if it’s an answer to my earlier question, her eyes change to a dark jade the longer she looks at me. I don’t – I can’t – take my eyes off her.
Carter seems to take offense and adds to his comment, “Unless you thought I was some kind of pussy like Reagan Kline over there.” He points at me, then asks me, “You do like women, don’t you?”
I stand up to my full height and both Carter and the raven haired beauty bend their heads backwards to look at me. “If being a position player who isn’t a walking STD makes me a pussy, then fine by me.”
It was just the right words to piss Carter off. He’s a little sensitive about not having a secure spot on the team. He starts to move toward me, but I don’t even care because the woman walks over to me. “Carter, you’re right. I do deserve a lot better than you.” She stops right in front of me. “Reagan, would you go out to dinner with me?”
I’m surprised but also pleased. Her soft floral scent hits my nose and right now she seems like the complete package. Her not wanting to put up with Carter’s bullshit is just a bonus. I accept her invitation and then make sure I thank Carter.
2
Jackie
I wait in my car for Reagan to finish up in the locker room. The longer I sit here the more freaked out I become. Did I really just storm into the locker room and call Carter out? I don’t regret it, I know he had it coming, but still, I can’t believe I did that in front of everyone… in front of Reagan.
What must he think of me? When I heard him snort at something Carter said, my attention went to him. It’s the first time I’d seen him up close and I have to say, the big screen or even seeing him out in left field from the stands doesn’t do him justice. He’s magnetic and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Sitting in my VW Bug, I tap my hands on the steering wheel as I watch the players come out of the stadium. When I spot Reagan, I suck in a breath. He’s wearing jeans and a tight white Henley that is stretched across his muscled chest. The white shirt brings out the darkness of his skin and makes his big brown eyes pop. He flicks the hair off his forehead and looks around the lot. When he spots me, he strides over and I do my best not to drool watching him. I get out of the car and meet him at the front of it. “So, uh, I’m sorry for putting you on the spot like I did. If you want to back out, I completely understand, but I appreciate you helping me out back there.”
He doesn’t even have to think about it. “I don’t want to back out. I’d like to have dinner with you.” His voice is deep and commanding and the way he’s staring at me causes me to fidget. He doesn’t give me time to respond. I smile at him and he turns me around with his hand on my lower back, leading me around the car and opening my door for me.
He waits until I’m settled and I watch as he walks around the car and gets in. As soon as he sits down, a giggle escapes my lips. He’s sitting with his knees pressed into his stomach. He’s so big, he looks almost ridiculous sitting in my little car.
He tries to turn toward me, but it’s too hard for him to maneuver even an inch. A smirk lights up his face. “What’s so funny?”