Warning Track (Callahan Family #1) - Carrie Aarons Page 0,21
and yet they’re painting you out to be our captain or some shit.” Clark smirks. “Hell, maybe there will be some fine-looking women here tonight, make it a little easier to bear. You think I’ll get bid on by a bat bunny?”
The tone of his voice makes me believe that he’d love that. Clark is known as a playboy in the major league circles, it’s no secret that he messed around with a lot of the girls who trailed the team hoping for attention.
“I’m thinking it’s a good shot.” My drink arrives and I take a hearty gulp.
“You better not rake in higher bids than me.” He scowls good-naturedly.
“Well, well, well, you don’t clean up so bad, Swindell.” Walker joins us at the table, and he’s ever the picture of the Callahan golden boy.
The all-American genes, with his wavy brown hair and strong jaw, the impeccable tux, the dimple in his cheek. This guy is probably going to revel being up on that bachelor stage.
“Still hasn’t cut his hair, though. For all the grief he claims I’ve given him, I haven’t pushed that one.”
Colleen moves out from behind Walker, and I’m struck momentarily speechless. The woman attracts any man’s stare in a five-mile radius on a normal day, but tonight? Lord, I’m basically sporting a semi with just one look at her.
Her bombshell body, which she usually hides under those professional suits, is showcased in a shimmery black dress that falls to sweep the floor. It catches the light with each slight move of her body and is made of sequins or silk or something my male brain doesn’t quite know about. The thin straps reach up to tie high at her neck, and I can tell for a fact that she’s not wearing a bra. Two pert nipples wink at me, and my mouth waters as I try my fucking hardest not to lock my gaze on them.
Her body is liquid sin, flowing with its petite curves and exposed skin, that if I reached out and touched, would most likely slide like warm butter under my fingertips. Endless waves of that amber hair fall down over her shoulders and back, and it’s pinned off her face with a sparkling hair piece. Those brilliant whiskey eyes are rimmed with dark shadow, making her look more mysterious and sensual than she usually does.
“Ms. Callahan, you look stunning.” Clark’s eye spark with appreciation as he takes her hand and kisses it.
If I did that, I’d look like a creep hitting on the female general manager. But he does it and she giggles like it’s the most charming thing that’s ever happened to her.
“Save it for the auction, Clark. I have a feeling you’re going to make the team a lot of money tonight.” She winks, the sweep of her lash on her pink cheek catching my attention.
“Don’t I already make y’all money with my superior hands?” His Texas twang comes out.
The way he’s flirting with her is shameless, and jealousy bubbles inside me.
“You’re right, you’ve been playing really well. Keep it up.” Colleen grins at him.
“Is Aunt Barb drunk as a skunk yet?” Walker asks his cousin.
Colleen chuckles. “Not yet, but I could see her spending a large sum of Uncle Dunne’s money on some date nights with a few players.”
“Hopefully not me.” I grunt.
Walker hooks a thumb at me. “Someone is a little grumpy. What’s wrong, big guy, someone piss in your whiskey?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s scotch, and no. The free drinks are the only reason I’m here.”
“Well, that and your affinity for helping repair the Pistons’ reputation,” Colleen teases me, her eyes dancing with sarcasm and amusement.
That makes me crack a smile. “Oh, what I wouldn’t do to remove the stain from this team.”
Walker gets distracted by something across the room and smacks Clark on the pec until he turns to look. “If you’ll excuse us …”
The two of them make off without further explanation, and I’m left standing there with a half-hard dick I’m trying to discreetly readjust in my dress pants, and Colleen.
“Thank you for coming tonight, I know it’s not your first choice. This is a big event for our season ticket holders, and the team being here is a great draw.” She nods courteously at me.
I tip my head slightly to acknowledge her appreciation before sipping my drink. “I’m not such a surly bastard that I wouldn’t show up for a team event. I know how this world works, I play along.”