Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1)(3)
“Stacey the two gentlemen over there sent this over,” the pretty brunette says with a big smile. I know Stacey’s uncle pushes the girls to move the expensive stuff for incentives so she would be getting a pretty something extra tonight.
“Thanks Danny,” Stacey sings giving a sly smile. “There’s money in the house tonight.” She isn’t joking; there is a semester of school tuition sitting on the table before us.
“I think those balloons are starting to pay off,” I tease and playfully poke the side of one of her breasts.
“I try, but my assets are still not pulling their weight when you’re around, so thank your girls for me,” Stacey throws back with a wicked smile.
I laugh at her as she holds out a champagne glass to me. I take the glass and lift it up for a toast. “To the girls,” I giggle.
“To my girl who kicked ass in law school and blew the bar exam out of the water. Love you Tam,” Stacey says sincerely and full of the love I know she has for me.
We take a sip then turn to the guys at the bar and we both tip our glasses in their direction. They hold up their drinks and nod at us. I finish my glass and Stacey refills us both. I guess the guys took our gesture as an invitation because they start to head our way.
They are both tall and well built. They scream pro athletes. Mister Chocolate, as I name him in my mind is handsome and confident. His body language screams player from a mile away. Stacey grabs my thigh and squeals in my ear. “He is hot girl that is going to be some amazing sex,” she gushes.
“Only you Stacey,” I shake my head and giggle. I have not held onto my celibacy card for this long to hand it over to some athlete with an inflated ego.
“Hello ladies, can we join you?” Mister Chocolate’s silky smooth voice fills the space over the music.
“Under one condition, you have to follow our rules. My friend and I agreed that tonight we want to remain anonymous. That means we don’t want to know your names and we are not going to tell you ours. Deal?” This was Stacey’s bright idea when she arrived at my place tonight. Being that I don’t plan to hook up with anyone I agreed to go along.
While Mister Chocolate and Stacey negotiate terms of engagement I take the time to see what Stacey will possibly be getting into tonight. I know her checklist and I figure I’ll go through it to see if I should just send these two on their merry way now.
Mister Chocolate’s friend is the total opposite. Blonde hair that is kind of long but not too long. Really blue eyes that are unlike any I have ever seen. His smile is nice, pretty white and straight, a big plus on Stacey’s list. Just as the dimples in each of his cheeks and the one in his chin that is almost covered by a day and a halves worth of stubble, would be.
His thick neck tells me I am definitely looking at a football player without a doubt. His shoulders are wide and his arms are large under his blue dress shirt that is rolled up past his elbows, showing off thick tanned forearms. He has an expensive watch on his wrist drawing the eyes to his tanned skin.
I’m sure Stacey will appreciate the way his dress shirt clings to his muscled body that tapers into a narrow waist. His jeans hug his thick thighs nicely. Stacey will give him points for the three loose top buttons of his shirt as well. He is clearly six three maybe six four.
My eyes take a pass back up and lock with his hungry gaze that is locked on me. I tilt my head studying him then snort. This white boy done lost his mind. I tune back into the conversation and tear my eyes away from the blue eyes that are trying to eat me up.
“Okay, so no names, no personal info. I think we can handle that,” Mr. Chocolate says letting his eyes rake over Stacey. Figures.
So much for Stacey’s great idea to get me some sex. My first prospect is undressing her with his eyes. I frown at Mr. Chocolate when he slides into the booth next to Stacey. I snatch my glass from the table. I have no idea why I am pissed. I had already made up my mind that he is not going to be the one to clean out my cobwebs and lube the pipes.
“Hi, it is nice to meet you,” a deep booming voice says beside me.
I turn to see blue eyes staring back at me. Mr. Chocolate’s friend has slid in beside me. I look down at his outstretched hand and decide since I am drinking the champagne he and his friend sent I can at least be nice. I slip my hand into his large hand and my palm is swallowed. I don’t know what possesses me, but I squeeze harder to not let his large hand dominate mine.
“Nice to meet you,” I say dryly.
“Are you just out having a good time or celebrating?”
“I received my passing results from my bar exam today so I guess you can say celebrating,” I reply and look down at our still joined hands pointedly.
“Beautiful and smart,” he says with a drawl and a megawatt smile. This man is really hitting on me. I lift a brow looking him over in amusement.
“How about you,” I quiz back. “Looking for an easy lay after a loss or celebrating a win?”
He throws his head back and gives a deep hearty laugh. “Celebrating a win,” he smiles.
“Nice, good for you,” I say turning my attention back to the dance floor.
Stacey and Mr. Chocolate stand and start for the dance floor. I laugh to myself because Stacey has officially locked down her target for the night. I guess I could just go home now. I look at my phone and groan. It is still early and I promised myself I would not run out of here too early. I want to say that I at least tried to have fun.