His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,34

him at least the suggestion that he deserved his wife, who was younger than his children.

“Hi.” He didn’t even have time to turn around before he felt Sam’s hand on his arm. “My apologies. I was—”

“I told them you were helping your mother,” he said, and pulled her close.

“Oh! Thank you, babe,” she said. The waitress was already at her side, a sweating pint on her tray.

“Connor, I have to meet this pretty little thing.” The oldest investor in the box ambled toward them, his hunched back somehow more grotesque given the twenty-two-year-old that was squeezed beside him.

He smiled. “Sam, this is Mr. Edmondson, one of the company’s most revered supporters.”

“He means holder of the company’s deepest pockets,” the old man said. He grinned lustfully at Sam. His eyes lingered at the tiny sliver of skin that was displayed between the tight designer jeans and Redskins jersey knotted above her navel. “You’re lovelier than Connor—and his father—mentioned,” he said. His girlfriend squinted at Sam as she gauged the competition.

Sam smiled graciously and didn’t flinch when he pulled her in for a cheek kiss instead of simply shaking her hand. “This how they make ‘em these days, Connor?” he asked, though his gaze was directed at Sam’s chest in the shiny tight jersey.

“It seems you already know that,” Connor said as he deflected the attention back to Edmondson’s girlfriend.

The old man looked up quizzically, glanced to the tight little blonde at his side and laughed. A full set of brand new, porcelain dental implants shone in the sun. “Right you are,” he said.

Connor pulled Sam against him as he herded her around the box. As they made rounds, his hand slipped naturally to her tiny little waist, and his fingers brushed against the skin of her midriff. He was grateful for the excuse to wear jeans. They did a better job hiding his erection than suit trousers.

“Oh, honey, I hope you don’t have babies too quickly,” one of the wives said. She was one of the few well matched in age and pedigree to her husband. “Look at that figure. I used to have one like that. Remember, honey?” Her husband grunted, but stole what he must have thought were covert looks at Sam.

And she wowed them all. It wasn’t just the feel of her body against him, or how the swell of her hips were the perfect perch for his hand. It was all of her. It also didn’t help that she no longer stiffened up or paused like she used to during his play at advances. She rolled with it easily.

As the afternoon and game wore on, conversations about future investments at the company gave way to a more casual atmosphere. “Is there anything here that doesn’t look like it was prepared by Gordon Ramsey?” she whispered to him after she’d turned down the last tiny gourmet appetizer.

“I think you need a Hoffmann’s dog,” he told her.

“What’s that?”

“A hot dog with three additional types of pig on it. Bacon, sausage, and pulled pork.”

She looked at him curiously. “I’d try that.”

“Seriously? I can have the waitstaff—”

“No, after the game, can we go get one from out there?” she asked, and gestured to the exit.

“You mean where the commoners gather?” he teased her. “Let’s go now, it’ll just take a minute.” He took her hand and looked around. “Would anyone else like a Hoffmann’s dog?” he asked. The waitress immediately looked frazzled, and he held up his hand to her. “It’s alright, we’d like to go.”

All of the investors signed up for one, while the wives and girlfriends wrinkled their noses in a show of disgust. All except the solid older woman who no longer gave a damn what anyone thought of her. “Let them binge eat in secret after this,” she whispered to Sam with a knowing smile.

As he led her out of the crisp, air conditioned suite, they took a shortcut through the stands. Suddenly, Sam pulled at his hand. When he turned around, she pointed to the field. They were hundreds of feet tall on the Jumbotron as the old-fashioned kiss cam graphics danced around them. Fans around them started to demand and chant that they kiss.

He leaned into her without even considering that she wouldn’t oblige. When their lips met, the crowd thundered around them. One step behind and above him, she was at his height. He snaked his hands around her back and squeezed her ass, which he’d fantasized about mercilessly since that night at the