Chapter 5
Raine
Iwake up with a smile on my face, though it was probably dumb and creepy to show up to Dasher’s place.
After a few drinks, I slipped out of the party, Derek on my heels and told him to take me home.
But once I took off my tie and jacket, I just wanted to see him.
I know it was wrong as he is in a relationship, but I couldn’t help myself.
And I know he’s straight and I am not. If I can’t be with him, which will probably never happen, I can be a friend.
At least he will know I’m not after his money, which will start rolling in for him.
I step into the shower and let the water fall around me, the hot water fogging up the glass.
My mind wanders to HIM. His body is a work of art, and I want to run my fingers down his toned abs.
On instinct, my hand wraps around my hard dick and my hand strokes it, the strokes getting faster at the thought of what is underneath his shorts and what his cock would feel like in my mouth, hands, how my cock would feel in his tight ass.
And on that last thought I blow my load like a teenager all over my hand, letting the water wash away my guilt at having thoughts like that. He’s in a relationship!
I step out, dry off and find clothes to wear, jeans and a tee shirt because a suit to watch a game with others would be weird. I already come off as a stiff, wearing a suit would make it worse.
Once dressed, I brush my teeth, run my fingers through my hair and then grab my keys.
I need to grab food to take with me. Would it be bad if I just put in a few delivery orders?
Fuck it, I’ll just do that. Before heading downstairs to the parking garage, I put in a few dozen orders to different restaurants and give Dasher’s address.
I’m not sure what his friends like, but at least there will be a few different things to eat.
Is it over the top that I ordered sushi for at least ten people? Probably, but oh well.
Derek smirks at me over the top of his coffee cup, “I won’t wait up.” I just snort and keep walking, “go home and tell Vicki hi for me.” Derek and Vicki have been married for decades; she’s a lovely woman. Derek worries about me, habit after being my right-hand man for years. I’m good, kind of.
The drive to Dasher’s is short, but that’s probably because my mind was elsewhere. Poppy’s car is in the driveway and now I don’t know if I want to go in. She has a crush, makes innuendos at work. I should fire her, but she’s good at her job, though what’s she doing is grounds for termination.
I knock on the door and the devil herself opens the door, giggling when she sees me which me has internally rolling my eyes.
“Raine, you came,” she gushes, leading me into the living room where Dasher and three other guys lounging around the living room. I know who they are, Tyler Styles, Dade Reckon, and Jester Nasher. Tight end, running back, center all with good stats. I know these things when it comes down to money.
Poppy grabs my arm, “look who joined us.” I see Dasher’s face drop a little bit and I know why. This is them watching two other teams, taking notes, trying to get into the game. This isn’t for pleasure, but I’ve ruined it. My guess is he told her I might stop by, and she decided to wait around.
I unlink from her, “I ordered food, it will be delivered soon. I didn’t know what your friends liked so I ordered a little bit of everything.”
Poppy giggles again, “isn’t he sweet?” Her tone is high pitched, “let me grab you a beer.” I need to get her out of the way, out of my hair and Dasher’s at well.
Thinking on my feet, “hey Poppy, do you want to do me a favor?” She hands me the beer, practically drooling at her doing a favor for me.
“My cousin needs someone to watch her two kids for a few hours; it would mean a lot to me if you could do it. Comes with a bonus.” She practically leaps at me, “yes, yes, yes.”
I nod, “great. Here’s the address. It’s in Mesquite. Sorry for last minute.”
She turns to Dasher, “are you good if I go?” He enthusiastically nods, “yeah, of course, go.”
“So sad you won’t be here, but you’re helping her out,” I say, and she just takes off out the door. Before I turn around, I text my cousin and tell her that she’s getting a day off. Her response is a heart emoji, not even questioning who I’m sending.
I turn back around to four people staring at me until Jester breaks the silence, “you’re like a wizard or something.” Everyone laughs and Dasher introduces me, though they all know who I am. Everyone in the world knows who I am.
“Thank you,” Dasher gives me a grateful smile, and we turn to the games on. I’m glad I could give him this.