“Brett? Demon?”
Brett suddenly stiffens against me and I swallow back the whine that wants to escape my throat. He stopped kissing me and now he’s pulling away. My fingers ache and feel tight. I open my hands, realizing I was clutching at his shirt.
My lids feels so heavy but I manage to lift them. I peer into his face. His lips are swollen and wet from my kisses. They’re parted ever so slightly as he breathes. There’s shock in his eyes quickly followed by confusion. Then his brow pulls together and he looks angry.
Brett leans back and his hands release my face, palms slapping against the wall. He turns his head and looks over his shoulder. “What?” he asks harshly.
“The Boss wants to have a word,” the voice says.
“Fuck,” Brett curses.
Boss? Oh, right. We’re not horny teenagers making out in a dark corner between classes like we used to do back in high school. We’re in the back of the arena and it sounds like Brett might be in trouble with the Boss that wants to speak with him.
Brett just stands there, keeping me trapped and catching his breath. My mind races, playing catchup as I process all of my senses. It’s dim and cold. I feel chilled and cross my arms tightly in front of me.
“I need to go,” Brett says and frowns. I just can’t tell what he’s thinking. Does he regret the kiss? Is he pissed at me, or because we were interrupted?
This was such a bad idea. If we weren’t interrupted who knows where that kiss would have ended. I need to get away before I say or do something stupid.
Brett and I are history. Only pain can come from trying to relive our past.
“I need to go, too,” I say and duck under Brett’s arm, scampering quickly away before he can stop me. Thankfully, I know where I am. The dressing room is just down the hall.
“Mandy?” Brett’s voice calls out but I don’t look back.
I broke my heart for him once, to save him from me.
God help me, who’s going to save me from him?
Chapter Twenty-Three
Brett
My god that ass is fucking magical, and so is that stomach of hers. I don’t know if she made a deal with the devil but she looks so fucking good now. When we were in high school, and I finally saw her in all her glory, I thought she was perfection.
Now, though? I have to admit to myself she is a walking, talking celestial being.
Her body doesn’t have anything hidden by that small little bikini top or those things they try to call shorts. She looks so damn good, and tastes even better than before. Those lips have not lost their softness, and she hasn’t acquired that hard, jaded look her mom had.
Mandy looked so good and it felt so good to have her in my arms again, to call her mine and kiss her without hesitation. I could tell she was hesitant to fully embrace me when we started kissing, but I as soon as she surrendered, a small part to me knew I could have had her right then and there. Fuck!
I follow Vincent, to meet in Jeremy Blackman's office.
My thoughts keep swirling around though. From Mandy not responding to me when she darted away, to how I could feel the heat rising from her body, almost burning into me.
She wants me, I know that. But I need to figure out what the fuck I just did. Because I know for a fact that I am going to pursue her to the absolute fullest of my abilities. One fucking kiss from that fucking woman and I am all of a sudden feeling like I am eighteen again.
I hate and feel almost sad that after all these years I can feel something like love again.
Jeremy is the president of the company, and he is one of the original big names of the sport. He was around and fighting when it wasn’t exactly legal in all states. He’s big, loud, abrasive and one of the coolest guys I have ever met. Even if he is worth almost a billion dollars.
“Brett, what the hell was that? You know you aren’t allowed to interfere with a ring girls work.”
“Sorry, Mr. Blackman. That’s my ex… I mean girl… Ah, hell, I don’t know exactly what she is. But she’s mine and Charlie can piss up a rope.”
Mr. Blackman laughs loudly. “Well you could have at least warned the camera guys you were going to go for Charlie. We missed a bit of it but sure saw you guys ready to go at it.”
Shaking his head, he points to the crowd outside his window in the stadium. “The fans were eating that shit up.”