Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“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.

“The one and only,” she smiled.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. And thank you,” I whispered.

“Thank me?”

Everyone else was talking. They weren’t paying attention to our conversation. Hawk was arguing about a play.

“Hawk told me about what you’re doing to help get the paperwork going for Hunter. I don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to adopt that little boy since I met him.”

Her eyes softened. “I get it. Totally. I have an adopted niece and nephew. What I don’t get is how this asshole got roped into it.” She laughed at Hawk. But I knew my eyes lit with something else.

“I think when you meet Hunter, you’ll get it too.”

“Probably.” She took a beer from the pile on the table. The guys liked to order several rounds at once.

“What’s the first step?” I asked.

She took a swig. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to Hawk about it, but he has a hearing at the end of the week. It’s with Judge Bristow.”