Chapter 27 – Zane
twenty-seven
Zane
Her voice pitches high, and I know she’s bumped into someone.
I slowly advance to the door and hear Jaxon’s voice.
I turn around in a circle, taking in the office and wondering if I should hide in the bathroom, but then that’s fucking creepy.
I try not to move too much, in case I bump into something.
My heart hammers in my chest and I want to kick myself for putting her in this position, but I couldn’t take being around her and not being able to touch her.
It was fucking torture, and I hated every second of it.
So what did I do? I texted her and told her to meet me in my office.
I planned to just take a moment alone with her to tell her how beautiful she was, but just like always with her, we went skyrocketing to the fucking moon.
What started out as a sweet innocent kiss ended with her on her knees.
Now she was outside my office door with her brother arguing, and I was thinking about hiding under my fucking desk.
“I was going to the bathroom and then I saw you,” Jaxon argues with her and then I hear Kirby shouting for him. I look up to the ceiling and breathe a sigh of relief when the voices move away from my office.
The phone buzzes from my pocket and I take it out to see it’s a text message from her.
Beautiful Goddess:
Coast is clear. I think...
Me:
You think…
Beautiful Goddess:
Well, at least from my brother and anyone who would have seen me come out of your office.
Me:
I aged ten years.
Beautiful Goddess:
Great, so now you’re a grandfather. I’m not sure I’m down to date a grandfather. A Zaddy sure, but a Grandzaddy doesn’t sound appealing to me.
I shake my head and go over to the door and walk out without showing any guilt. I think it works, especially since my head is down and I’m pretending I’m texting.
I head back into the room and look around to see if I can find Victoria.
She’s standing with Eric and his wife as they laugh at something.
My feet are moving toward her and the minute I can clearly hear her laugh, my cock gets hard again.
“Hey,” I say, and she looks over at me. Her beautiful face takes my breath away.
Her smile goes just a touch bigger when she sees me.
Her lips are glistening and all I want to do is grab the back of her head and kiss the shine away.
“Hi,” she replies, and I can see her chest rising and falling a bit faster than normal, and I can’t help the grin that fills my face.
“Is everyone enjoying tonight?”
“No,” Eric’s wife, Shelly, says, and I look over at her and see her laughing. “My feet hurt, and I’d rather be sitting on a beach doing anything but this.”
I chuckle at her. “You and me both.”
“It’s always fun to get out and dress up a bit,” Victoria shares and I feel a bit guilty because I’ve never taken her out on a proper date.
It’s usually the two of us either at my house or at hers.
Mainly my house and it consists of watching television, fucking, or walking on the beach.
“Not always but sometimes. As someone who wears heels to work, sometimes twice a year is good enough.” She holds her purse in front of her.
“Oh, there you are,” Jill says, rushing to my side. “It’s your turn at the blackjack table.”
“Why?” I ask her. “This is more for the players.”
“Please?” She rolls her eyes at me. “The chairs are already filled with the ladies.”
I groan as Eric and Shelly laugh at me. “It would be good for you to date someone,” Shelly says. “You must be lonely.”
“I’m fine,” I assure her, and I avoid looking over at Victoria.
“Is anyone coming to my table to save me?” I finally look at her and she smiles.
“No.” She shakes her head. “But good luck with that.” Her smile is very deceiving because her eyes look like they could kill me.
I stare at her probably longer than I should before I nod my head at Jill, who is not going to leave my side until I follow her. I make my way over to the table and see she was not fucking kidding when she said the chairs were full.
“How long do I have to do this?” I ask Jill as we get close and I see one of the women smile my way.
“It’s thirty minutes,” she replies, and I take out my phone from my pocket and start a timer. “You must be joking.”
“I’m not,” I say gruffly as I look over to see Victoria is now with Lexi and Kylie sitting on one of the couches.
“Can you pretend to be nice?” She looks at me and asks. “Maybe smile.”
“No,” I reply as we get to the table.
“Ladies,” Jill calls to the table and the group of five women look up at me. Three blondes and two brunettes. “Your dealer has arrived.”
“Under protest,” I put in and Jill nudges me, “but it’s for a good cause.”
“It sure is,” one of the blondes agrees. “I’m Debbie.”
I don’t say anything to her, I just nod my head. “We should start,” I suggest and look over at the real dealer, who is watching to make sure I don’t fuck up.
“Place your bets,” he tells the girls, and they all stick some chips in the circle. “Now you deal them each one card,” he instructs me, “with a card to you, but it has to be face down.” I do what I’m told and then look down at the two that are flipped over.
“What do you want to do?” I ask the first girl who has a sixteen flipped over.
“Stay.” She smiles at me, and I move onto the next one until I get to the last woman, who has a twenty.
“How about we up the stakes a bit?” she urges. “If one of us wins this hand, you drop a number, your phone number.”
“Sure,” I agree.
“Then I stay,” she says, and I bust with twenty-four.
“So what’s the number?” She puts her elbow on the table and lays it under her chin.
“Nine,” I say, knowing full well there is no nine in my phone number.
They all share a look as if they have me. The next round they try again and this time I win, so I don’t have to make up a number. When the thirty minutes is over, I nod at them. “Have fun,” I say, turning around when I feel a hand on my arm.
“Thank you,” one of the blondes tells me, and I know she told me her name, but I didn’t care enough to register it.
“That was really fun,” she adds, her hand still on my forearm. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually do this.” She acts coy and there is nothing coy about what she is doing. “But I was wondering if maybe I can give you my number.”
I’m about to tell her no when the photographer comes by. “Can we pose?” he asks me.
“No,” I snap at him and he must think I’m joking because he laughs and puts the camera to one eye, as she pushes herself up against me and I lean to the other side.
The phone in my pocket buzzes and I pull it out.
Beautiful Goddess:
You look like you are having a great time.
I look up and see her turned away from me then she looks back at her phone, and I see her fingers moving.
Beautiful Goddess:
I left you a surprise in your jacket pocket.
I look up at her and see her staring at me as the girl next to me is still close to me. My hand reaches into my pocket, and I feel lace and my mouth opens. My eyes go back to look at her as she smirks and holds up her champagne glass to me.
“Oh good, you have your phone out,” the blonde says once the photographer steps away, “you can take my number down.”
I’m still speechless from feeling her panties in my pocket when the text comes in again.
Beautiful Goddess:
Thought you could hold onto them for me.
“So what do you say?” She looks up at me.
“No.” I shake my head, and I turn to walk away from her, leaving her with her mouth hanging open.
“Hey.” I feel another hand on me, and I look over to see Shelly. “Come here,” she says, taking my hand and pulling me with her to the side. “I want you to meet someone.”
“I don’t want to meet anyone,” I mutter quickly, but then I’m in front of the woman who has long, curly red hair. “Zane,” she says my name as she lets my hand go, “this is Miriam.” I make a tight smile as I nod at her. “She works for the hospital.”
“Nice to meet you.” I’m more polite than I want to be since Shelly is there.
She holds her glass in her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says softly. “This is a great turnout.”
My phone beeps in my hand and I look down.
Beautiful Goddess:
I wore them for you tonight so it’s fitting that you have them.
Me:
I’m going to turn your ass red later.
I turn the phone around so no one can see.
Beautiful Goddess:
Is that before or after I sit on your face?
I swear my mouth goes dry as I look up at Shelly and Miriam, who are now talking to each other.
Beautiful Goddess:
Before or after you fuck me with your cock? Either way, I approve.
My eyes go to her, and she’s smirking as she looks away from me.
Beautiful Goddess:
I’m wet just thinking about it.
My cock goes rock solid and I have to take a deep inhale.
I grip my phone in my hand so hard I think it might bend.
“Excuse me,” I say to Shelly and Miriam.
Shelly gives me big eyes, while Miriam just smiles at me.
“It was nice to meet you.” I try to be polite as my phone vibrates in my hand. “Have a great evening.”
I move to walk around them when my phone again vibrates in my hand. My mouth waters when I see she’s sent me a picture of her legs, but her dress is higher than it should be and showing a lot of inner thigh.
Beautiful Goddess:
Can you see the wetness?
My stomach feels like it’s going to squeeze together as I look up and see that she isn’t in the chair.
Beautiful Goddess:
I’m off. Have a lovely evening.
Me:
What do you mean you’re off? Off where?
I look around frantically, seeing if she’s fucking with me.
Beautiful Goddess:
Jaxon said it’s time to go so, we go.
I look around and then I’m about to take a step forward when Jill stops me again.
“Jill,” I grit with clenched teeth, “I did my turn at the blackjack table. I posed for a picture.” Her eyes go big. “Which you will not use ever. I want it deleted.” I point at her. “Now I’m leaving.” I pull up the text thread with the driver I hired for tonight to meet me now.
“I was just going to see if I can get a picture with you and the assistant coaches and Ken,” she explains.
“Then I’m leaving,” I practically hiss at her as she tries not to laugh in my face.
“Then you can go,” she says, shaking her head. “Jeez, someone is grouchy after having all those women fawn all over him.” She looks over her shoulder. “I have ten phone numbers that have been slipped to me.” She laughs. “I’m assuming you don’t want them.” Her side glare says it all.
I get to where Eric and Ken are chatting it up with the photographer. “Where is Cam?” Jill asks.
“Left,” Ken states.
My eyebrows go up as I share a look with Eric, who mumbles, “Shocking.”
“Okay, can we all face here?” the photographer asks as we pose for the picture.
“I’m out,” I announce, “my car is here waiting.” I shake their hands. “See you guys Monday.”
I turn and head out of the arena and my driver is there waiting, exactly where he left me. I get in. “Change of address,” I tell him as I give him her address.
He pulls up to the house, and twenty minutes later I’m getting out in front of her house. “Thanks for the ride,” I tell the driver, who nods at me and drives off as I walk to the door.
The lights are all off as I hold my hand up and press the doorbell. I reach in my pocket and pull out the small ball of lace she left in my pocket.
I hear the door lock open as she pushes through the door and I see the soft light all around her, but my mouth hangs open at what she is wearing, or better yet, what she is not wearing.
The black see-through robe opens all the way down, showing me the little lace panties and nothing else. “Can I help you?” she asks wickedly.
I hold up her panties on the tip of my finger. “I came to return these,” I say, stepping in and gripping her around the waist with one hand and then using the other hand to slap her ass, “and to turn your ass red.”