Rachel Gibson - Any Man of Mine
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No Professional Athletes
S am LeClaire was a good-looking son of a bitch. Everyone thought so. Everyone from sports writers to soccer moms.
The girl wrapped up in his sheets thought so, too. Although she really wasnt a girl. She was a woman.
I dont see why I cant go.
Sam glanced up from the knot in his blue-striped tie and looked in the mirror at the supermodel in his bed. Her name was Veronica Del Toro, but she was known by just her first name. Like Tyra and Heidi and Gisele.
Because I didnt know you were going to be in town, he explained for the tenth time. Bringing a guest at this late date would be rude. Which wasnt the real reason.
But Im Veronica.
Now, there. There was the real reason. She was rude and narcissistic. Not that he held that against anyone. He could be rude and narcissistic himself; but, unlike the stories written about him, he really did know when to behave.
I wont eat much.
Try not at all. That was one of the things that irritated him about Veronica. She never ate. She ordered food like she was starving, but she pushed it around her plate.
Sam slid up the knot and tilted his chin to one side as he buttoned down the collar. I already called you a cab. In the mirror he watched Veronica rise from his bed and walk toward him. She moved across his carpet as if she was on the catwalk. All long legs and arms, big breasts yet hardly a jiggle.
When are you going to be back? she asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked at him through dark brown eyes.
Late. He tilted his head to the other side and, as he buttoned the other collar point, he glanced at the big Stanley Cup champion ring on the dresser. The white- and yellow-gold ring had 160 diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires fashioned into the team logo on its face. On one side the Stanley Cup and the year had been engraved. On the other, his name and number. Hed had it out to show Veronica, but he didnt plan to put it on. Even if he had been a guy who wore jewelry, which he wasnt, the huge ring covered the finger on his right hand to his knuckle and was over-the-top. Even for a guy who liked over-the-top.
How late?
Looking in the mirror, he slid his gaze to the clock on his nightstand. It was already half past six, and the wedding started at seven. He really hadnt had the time to meet Veronica. But she wasnt in town that often, and shed promised a quickie. He should have known better. She was Veronica and wasnt quick about anything. Real late. When do you fly out?
In the morning. She sighed and slid her long hands up his dress shirt to his hard pecs. I could wait.
He turned, and her palms slid to his waist. I dont know when Ill get back. This thing could run real late. Although with the regular season opener in just five days, he doubted it. He pushed her dark hair behind her shoulder. Call me the next time youre in Seattle.
That could be months, and by then youll be on the road playing hockey. She dropped her hands and moved toward the bed.
He watched her skinny behind as she stepped into her tiny panties. There were a lot of things to like about Veronica. Her face. Her body. The fact that she was superficial, and there was nothing deep going on in her pretty head. There was nothing wrong with being superficial. Nothing wrong with living on the surface and avoiding lapses into deep thought. It made life easier. We can always meet up on the road again.
True. She reached for a red T-shirt and pulled it over her head before stepping into a pair of jeans. But by then youll have a black eye.
He grinned. True. He grabbed his suit jacket and slid his arms inside. Last season, hed hooked up with her in Pittsburgh. That night against the Penguins, hed scored a goal, spent four minutes in the sin bin for a double minor, and got his first major shiner of the season. Maybe shed bring him the same sort of luck this year. He reached for his wallet and shoved it into the back pocket of his khaki trousers.
Last season your beautiful face was a mess, Veronica said as she slid her feet into a pair of pumps.
It hadnt been that bad. Just a few stitches and minor bruises. Hed certainly suffered worse during his sixteen years in the NHL.
You should model.
No. Thanks. A few years ago, hed done an underwear ad for Diesel, and hed found the whole process a colossal bore. Hed spent most of an entire day sitting around in white briefs while the crew set up for different shots. The end result had been huge billboards and magazine ads of him with his junk practically hanging out and looking particularly enormous. The guys on the team had razzed him endlessly, and his mother had been afraid to show her face in church for a month. After that experience, he decided to leave modeling to the guys who liked that sort of attention. Guys like Beckham.
Together, he and Veronica walked from the bedroom of Sams downtown loft. Within the open interior, gray shadow hugged the leather furnishings as fading sunlight cast dull patterns across the wood floor.
Sam held the front door open for Veronica, then locked it behind him. He moved down the hall, and his thoughts turned to the game in less than a week against San Jose. The Sharks had been knocked out of the first round of playoffs last season, but that didnt guarantee a win for the Chinooks in this seasons opener. Not by a long shot. The Sharks would be hungry, and some of the Chinooks had partied a little too hard during the off-season. Sam had done his share of partying, but he hadnt gone to fat, and his liver was still in good shape. Johan and Logan were each carrying ten extra pounds around the middle, and Vlad was drinking like a sailor on leave. The organization had just given the captaincy to Walker Brooks. No shock there. Walker had been the alternate for the past few years.
I love weddings, Veronica said through a sigh as they moved to the elevator.
Everyone assumed that Alexander Devereaux would put the A on his jersey, but nothing had been announced. Theyd kind of floated the alternate captaincy in Sams direction, but he hadnt taken the bait. Sam wasnt the most responsible guy, and thats how he liked it.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside. Dont you?
Dont I what? He pushed the button to the lobby.
Love weddings.
Not particularly. Weddings were about as much fun as getting his cup rung.
They rode to the bottom floor in silence, and Sam placed his hand in the small of Veronicas back as they walked across the lobby. Two heavy glass-and-stainless-steel doors slid open, and a yellow cab waited by the curb.
He kissed her good-bye. Call me the next time youre in town. I really want to see you again, he said as he shut her inside the taxi.
Misty clouds clung to the darkening Seattle skyline as Sam walked to the corner and headed two blocks toward Fourth Avenue and the Rainier Club. The sounds of the city bounced off the buildings around him, and he glanced at his image reflected in storefront windows. A slight breeze lifted his lapels and teased the lock of blond hair touching his forehead. He slid one hand to the front of his blazer and buttoned it against the damp, chilly air.
He turned his attention to the crowded sidewalk, and within a few short blocks, he caught sight of the exclusive old club with its aged brick faade and carefully trimmed lawn that reeked of money. As he moved down the street, he was aware of people turning to watch him. Several shouted out his name. He raised his hand in acknowledgment but kept on walking. That sort of constant recognition was new to him. Oh, he had his fans. Lots of them. Those who followed his career and wore his name and number on their jerseys. Since winning the Cup last July, his notoriety had increased a hundredfold, and he was fine with it. Fans just wanted an autograph or a handshake, and he could handle that.
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