My pride took a hit though because she used a fake name.
And it seemed her father had a way too tight hold on her life.
None of it was my business.
Yet I still reached for my phone and called Lay.
When he answered the call, I said, “I need a date right now and I don’t want to hear anything from you about it. It’s nothing serious. It’s more to make someone jealous. Can you help?”
Lay chuckled.“Do you want a blonde, brunette, or red head?”
I didn’t wantto know how Lay pulled this off.
Maybe these women he knew were all high-paid escorts.
Again, I really didn’t want to know.
I got dressed in a nice yet relaxed suit and met a beautiful woman named Alexa outside my apartment building.
She had blonde hair, a nice smile, and a dress that looked glued to her body.
I hated myself for thinking it, but Alexa would be the perfect woman to make Madison jealous.
Except this wasn’t about making Madison jealous.
I lied to Lay about that. He didn’t need to know my true intentions for the night.
I wasn’t even fully sure what my true intentions for the night were either.
After a quick and proper introduction to Alexa, I walked us to a waiting car that took us to the restaurant Madison and I had agreed to meet at.
We were texting each other the entire time.
Making sure we arrived at just about the same time so we could arrange to be seated near one another.
This had somehow become my life at the moment.
I considered it a minor blemish on my normally perfect record when it came to women and one-night stands.
And the only reason Madison lingered for the moment was because of her lying to me about her name and because her father was technically my new boss.
I may or may not have also looked into who Alonso really was.
I may or may not know that the man loved to fight when he was a player. And as a coach, he had taken on players all the time, bouncing from team to team, but always finding results and success. Then once in management, he had no problem trading a player - no matter their status - if he didn’t like that player.
Was I nervous Alonso would trade me for a handful of hockey sticks and send me to the worst team and city in the league?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I placed my hand to the middle of Alexa’s back as we stepped into the fancy restaurant.
I instantly spotted Madison and her date.
Madison looked really nice in a black dress with her hair pulled back. She had slight curls in her hair and for some reason that stuck with me.
The thin straps that held up her dress touched places on her shoulders and near her neck that had once been reserved for my lips and the tip of my tongue.