Jameson (Face-Off 4)

“I miss you, too, Jamie. But I’m not so sure that moving in together is the answer.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Are you saying no?”

“No, I’m just saying not right now. Why don’t I start by sleeping at your apartment or you here a few times a week, and then, we can go from there?”

“That’s a start.” Jamie climbs on top of me, pinning me against the mattress. He kisses me on the lips, his breath causing my body to tremble. “I don’t have much time before I have to leave. And I have to be inside you again.”

He owns my body two more times, leaving me with the promise of more along with plans for our date. I never thought I’d be the type of girl to make plans for a three month anniversary. But I also didn’t expect to fall so hard and fast for a guy like Jamie.

Chapter 13

Regan

I’m so nervous I could puke right now. After what has felt like an endless wait, Jamie and I are finally going on a real date. In a restaurant. With cloth napkins. Who knew something so simple would be so exciting?

We haven’t seen each other since Jamie left my apartment this weekend. The things he did with his tongue have left me thinking about him non-stop, which only makes me miss him more. But that also makes me even more excited to see him. I want him to explore my body with his mouth, show me what I have missed.

Staring into the mirror one last time, I fix my hair and apply a coat of pink lipstick. I chose the tightest black dress I could find that sits so high up on my thighs that if I move wrong, I could not only fall over but give everyone in the restaurant a show. I spent about ten minutes getting into this dress, the spandex practically glued onto my skin.

If I sit down, I doubt I will be able to eat or breathe. But at least my legs look good. Plus, I can’t wait to see how long it takes Jamie to get this thing off me. Exiting the bathroom inside my office, I step into the open room, surprised to find my father, sitting behind my desk.

“Daddy,” I say, my voice filled with shock. I also feel subconscious about my dad seeing me in this dress, decked out like a Barbie doll, looking nothing like myself. “What are you doing here?”

He runs a hand through his shaggy dark and brushes it off his forehead. “Murph told me you were getting ready for a date. I thought I’d stop by and see you off.”

Shaking my head, I laugh. “I’m going on a date, not prom.”

“Well, I missed both of your proms because of the playoffs. I can’t even remember the last time I met a guy you were dating. It’s my parental duty to make sure you’re not hanging out with losers.”

“You should know me well enough by now, Daddy. I avoid athletes. I stay far, far away from them.”

He gets up from the chair and walks around to the other side of the desk to stand in front of me. “Because of Colin? Not all professional athletes are like that jerk. Take me for example,” he says, with a kind smile.

My dad married my mom after his third year in the NHL. This business is full of rumors, and if they are true, my dad has never strayed outside his marriage. But most of the men I have encountered are not like my dad. He must be a rare breed in the sports world. Because I went into my first few relationships with players, thinking they were all like him, only to find out he’s one of the good guys.

That’s why I was immediately drawn to Jamie. I could see the good in him. The more we get to know each other I can tell he has a lot of my dad in him, which is always a good thing.

I reach for my purse and sling it over my shoulder. “Colin was an idiot and so were the rest of them. Jamie is different. He’s a video game designer.”

He cocks a curious eyebrow at me. “As in he plays video games for a living?”

I shrug, hoping he doesn’t prod too much. “Yes and no. He’s a software engineer and super smart. Jamie is the guy who comes up with the technology for the games and figures out how to make it work.”

“Sounds interesting enough. I’m sure it pays well.” He pulls me into a bear hug and squeezes the life out of me as if this dress wasn’t already cutting off enough of my circulation. “Have a good time. Make smart choices.”

“Daddy,” I say, smacking him in the arm. “I’m not a child anymore. You don’t have to treat me like one.”

“You’ll always be my little girl, even when you’re my age. This Jamie had better take good care of my princess. That’s all I care about.”

“You will like Jamie. I can’t wait for you to meet him. You might even know him already.”

“Is that so?” He gives me a concerned look.

“You know Coach, Alex Parker’s fiancé?”

He nods. “Yeah, of course. But what does she have to do with this guy you’re seeing?”

“Jamie is her best friend.”