“You are in a school,” she admonished me.
“Sorry. The point is. He needs us. Both of us. And I want this. Both of you.”
She shook her head. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“We have a long way to go. I think we should hold off on telling him. But Savannah has my attorneys on it. She’s working to get it cleared so I can be his guardian while the adoption paper work begins. It could take at least a year.”
“I know. I’ve researched all of it. It’s a miserable process.”
“Whatever it takes, right?”
She nodded. “Whatever it takes.”
“You forgive me for not telling you?”
She bit her lip. “I do.”
I slapped her on the ass. “Good. Then I’ll see you after clubs tonight.”
“Oh, do we have plans or something?”
I paused in the doorway. “Did I forget to tell you we’re going out with the team?”
“What?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Wear something very slutty. Very revealing, and something you can be fucked in very easily.”
“Hawk.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. See you later, baby.”
28
Julie
“Joe, Aaron, Donnie, meet Julie. Julie meet Joe and Aaron and Donnie.” Hawk introduced me to a huge table of people, pointing them each out.
“Nice to meet you all,” I responded, wishing they all had nametags. How would I ever keep them all straight?
I was glad he had opted for another club other than Catch. I knew it was the Sharks’ favorite watering hole, but I didn’t think I could hold my head up there.
Hawk pulled out a chair for me and lowered to my ear.
“Love the dress, by the way.” His voice sent chills down my spine. “Think they have a storage room here?”
I coughed to cover up a squeal. The thing was, I knew he wasn’t joking. He would haul me away from this entire group of people and find a place to have his way with this little black dress. It was tight and short, and most of my breasts could be seen from the plunging V-line. I did what Hawk asked me. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to know I cared. And more than anything, I wanted him to know this sexual relationship between us was epic. I’d do what I needed to keep the fire and spice going.
Hawk ordered a cosmo for me and a round of beers for his friends.
There was mostly football talk. I couldn’t blame them. They were excited. The playoffs were a huge deal.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw two girls walk toward us.
“Savannah! Amelia!”
The guys got up to greet them. I had tried to talk field goals and pass rushes, but I was failing miserably. Maybe these girls spoke my language of books and Netflix.
Savannah sat next to me. “You’re his agent?” I asked.