Hothead (Irresistible 4)

“Well, good,” she huffed, taking a second to calm down. Once she did, she eyed me with a smirk. “See, you look like the nice girl next door, but I should’ve figured you were a tough cookie. No way you lock down Drew Maddox without being a bad bitch.”

I laughed.

“Oh yeah. He can be difficult,” I admitted, feeling every bit like a real girlfriend as Angie and I commiserated over the bullheaded tendencies of our men. “But he’s worth the fight,” I said eventually.

And I meant it, especially as I remembered our last morning in bed together. I had the real Drew Maddox wrapped around me. His real embrace, his raw emotions, his real kiss. It had taken awhile, but I finally had all of Drew.

It felt incredible.

“Looks like he’s finally met his match,” Angie said as she looked at me.

I grinned. “Maybe.”

And for the rest of the game, we successfully ignored the yelling and shouting – especially since the seventh inning saw the Empires scoring four runs to up the lead to 8-1, which meant Drew was pulled in the next inning.

“He killed it, honey. They just want to send in some relief pitching to let him rest,” Angie explained to me as Drew got a dozen pats on the back from his teammates before hopping off the mound.

I had to laugh at the instant downpour of boos that rained down on him as he jogged from the mount to the dugout because he was completely unfazed and grinning, and my God he looked good.

That uniform fit tighter on his lower body than any of the jeans he wore on a regular basis and Lord, that ass was calling to me. I was pretty sure watching Drew jog across the field was what men felt like when they watched the women running on the beach in Baywatch. Even as I looked around, I could see some female fans in L.A gear biting their lips at each other and shrugging as if to say, yeah, gotta admit, he’s hot.

I was pretty sure it didn’t get better but just as Drew passed my section along the first base line, he looked directly at me. Locking eyes on me, he pointed, grinned and blew a kiss.

As he disappeared into the dugout, I promptly melted into my seat.

“O

migod!”

“Evieee!”

The WAGs were squealing, pinching me and losing their minds so hard that I could barely hear the hecklers booing even harder around me than usual. All I could do was laugh my ass off because I couldn’t believe this was my life. I had survived the L.A hecklers, my man had gotten the win and we were bound to celebrate tonight with a room service feast at the hotel before passing out together in bed.

“See?” Angie murmured to me after we’d all come down from our giggles. “Isn’t it fun being Drew Maddox’s fiancée?”

I said nothing, simply nodding because I wasn’t sure what it felt like to be Drew’s fiancée. But I did have an idea of what it felt like to be his girlfriend.

And that, I had to admit, felt better than I could’ve ever imagined.

31

“She died hating you.”

That was the drunken jeer we heard as we approached the taco stand we’d stopped at on the way to the hotel. Drew needed some “hold me over” food and it didn’t seem like the worst idea considering there was no one else waiting at the taco stand.

Of course, we failed to factor in the sports bar a few doors down – and the fact that it was full of L.A fans watching post-game coverage of Drew’s win tonight.

“Hey, sweetie, get away from him while you can!” yelled some guy hanging outside with the bouncer. “Make a run for it! Now!”

I ignored the shouts, my neck tense till I looked up at Drew. His eyes were somewhat covered by his baseball cap but his jaw was relaxed and he looked utterly unfazed. The only giveaway that he’d heard was the fact that he held my tighter to his side.

“You good?” I whispered up at him.

“As long as you are,” he whispered back, looking down at me with a crooked grin touching his lip.

After he ordered and paid up with the cashier, he sat me at the colorful metal stool in the window, while he leaned against the counter. It made us sitting ducks for the heckling, but the way Drew smiled at my number twenty Maddox jersey and denim skirt had me easily ignoring the occasional jeers from a few doors down.

“Think you might have to come with me on all my road trips now,” he said.