Contingency Plan(3)
The gleam in his eyes looked an awful lot like humor at my situation, but I had a funny feeling it was something entirely different. “You needed her there to run interference between you and an ex?”
I tried to figure out how to answer his question in a way that didn’t make me sound like a complete disaster. Unfortunately, there wasn’t one, so I went with the truth instead. “Yes, I called my baby sister and asked her to be my date because seeing him and the young blonde with fake boobs he replaced me with while we were still together is the last thing I want to do this weekend.”
“Fucking idiot,” he rasped. “He really is a dumbass if he had you and cheated.”
“Maybe I’m the dumbass for dating him in the first place.”
He shook his head while reaching for my hand. “He didn’t realize how lucky he was, but I’d be happy to help you demonstrate it up close and personal.”
My mind was reeling. Brysen had dated a steady stream of gorgeous women during his time in the NFL. I knew this because I’d done some internet stalking after our first appointment and was a little disappointed to see the kind of women he’d dated since there was no way I was his type. Not that I wasn’t confident in myself, but I was nothing like the models he usually had on his arm. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You get that I’m a man, right?”
My eyes swept up and down his tall frame, taking in his tousled dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and rock hard muscles earned over years of being a professional athlete. There wasn’t a woman in the world who didn’t know Brysen Mariano was all man the minute she first laid eyes on him. “Yeah, it’s kinda hard to miss.”
“Which means I understand how guys think. It’s actually a good thing your sister couldn’t make it this weekend. You showing up with her would have been a win to a guy like that.”
It stung a little, but he was probably right. “Showing up alone is going to be even worse.”
“You aren’t going to be alone, Elisa.”
“I’m not?”
He squeezed my hand lightly. “I’m going to be your date for the weekend.”
Brysen was everything my ex wished he could be. He had the kind of money that equated to me showing him five million dollar houses for a cash purchase. Everywhere he went, women noticed him and did their best to attract his attention. And it wasn’t just because he was rich or used to be a professional football player—he was man candy material with the often photographed abs to prove it. As cliché as it sounded, he was what people were referring to when they talked about the guy all men wanted to be and women wanted to sleep with. Including me, which was why I didn’t have a choice over how I answered his offer. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Chapter 3
Brysen
I was prepared for Elisa’s initial rejection, and not the least bit deterred. The precarious position she was in ensured I would win this round.
“Of course this is a good idea. You want a buffer between you and the pathetic excuse for a man you call an ex. I can take that one step further. Showing up with your new, famous, rich, and adoring boyfriend will have him kicking his own ass for letting you go. As an added bonus, it will make him look pathetic to everyone else because you obviously lowered your standards to be with him.”
Elisa’s forehead wrinkled and she frowned. “It’s not like I was slumming or something,” she said defensively.
I squeezed her hand again. “Yes, baby. You were.”
She stared at me for a few moments, the frown line still visible. Then it disappeared and she shrugged. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Good. What time should I pick you up?”
“No, I meant—” she stopped and sighed. “Ten a.m. on Friday.”
Touchdown.
***
I didn’t want to push my luck, so I’d resisted the temptation to kiss her senseless after lunch. There would be plenty of time for me to get to know every inch of her sexy body. I went through the motions of getting her address, as if I didn’t already know everything about her.
Friday morning finally arrived and my body was humming with excitement, knowing my perpetual state of arousal since I met Elisa would soon be appeased. I parked my car in the driveway of a quaint, white cottage complete with red shutters and a picket fence. I followed the flower-lined path to the red front door and rang the bell, half-expecting Mrs. Cleaver to answer.
Instead, the rush of desire that slammed into my body when I saw the sexiest snow bunny I’d ever encountered almost knocked me over. Elisa stood in front of me in a white sweater that clung to her perky tits, jeans that looked painted on, and I was sure showcased her perfect ass, and dark brown, leather riding boots. My cock swelled to epic proportions as I pictured her riding me, those tits bouncing, my hands clutching her round ass. This was going to be a very long car ride.