Her date touched the small of her back and inched his way down.
He was about two seconds from helping himself to a handful of Madison’s perfect ass.
I pictured myself lunging toward the stranger and twisting his neck until it popped.
“Ready to sit?” Alexa purred at me.
I cleared my throat. “Of course, I am.”
We were escorted right by where Madison stood.
I made sure to adjust my suit jacket, letting my elbow bump into her arm.
We glanced at each other for a quick second.
And of all things she could have done in that moment, she smiled.
What the fuck is she smiling at me for?
I knew why she was smiling.
This was a game for her.
In a way she kind of had me by the balls, didn’t she?
All she had to do was tell her father what happened between us.
Alexa and I sat down at a private table.
Alexa straightened her back, sticking out her chest and smiling at me.
“Lay told me you play goalie,” she said. “That must be the hardest position on the team, right?”
“It has its moments,” I said.
I looked around.
Madison and her date walked toward me.
They were sat right behind me.
Madison pulled her chair back with force and smacked it against mine.
“Oh, sorry about that,” she said. “Hey, I know you.”
I turned and looked at her. “Oh, yeah. I know you too. You were taking pictures today. Mary, right?”
“Madison,” she said, curling her lip.
“You know, if I was guessing, I would have said you look like a Grace.”
Her date jumped forward. “I’m Gary. You’re Maverick. You’re the goalie for-”
“That I am,” I said. “Nice to meet a fan.”
I shook hands with Gary.
Madison smirked and sat down right behind me.