“Wow. What do your parents think about you being a big hockey player?”
He let go of one of Becky’s hands. “They’re not fans of hockey. My older brother was the one who helped convince them to let me play hockey. He is their golden boy. He’s been to the Olympics for figure staking. Since I went pro they haven’t really spoken to me.” They’d called for money. It seemed his big brother got into some trouble and all his money was used up. Damon sighed and waited for the response of how wonderful his brother was and how proud his parents must be of him.
“That’s their loss. You can’t always please other people. It’s always better to do a job you love then one you don’t. I’m proud of you. It’s hard to go against people you love.”
Right then he knew he wanted Becky. She was his and he wasn’t going to let her go. He wanted to make her his wife. Damon hadn’t found a woman like her and he wasn’t giving her up for anything in the world. He was falling hard for Becky. “What about your family?” He knew about her sister and parents. He listened to everything she said to Caleb and Jacob, even if it didn’t look like he was.
Becky let go of his hand and he moved to her side. “I have a younger sister and my parents are divorced. My dad remarried and I don’t have much to do with him. I love my mum, but we fight like cats and dogs when we live together. I moved out when I was eighteen and lived in a house with a bunch of people. My little sister I adore. She is twenty-one and one of my closest friends.” She glanced over at him and fell on her arse, laughing at herself. “Ouch. That hurt. I know why you said I’ll learn quickly.”
He leaned down and pulled her up. Becky held him to her and kissed him. In that moment Damon knew he wasn’t falling for Becky, he’d fallen. He loved her.
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Tonight Becky was going to get laid. She was going to let her hair down and go wild. It was her last night in Vegas and she was going to do everything. Damon had taken her out almost every night. Last night they’d all gone to a burlesque show, and Becky thought it was amazing. She didn’t even mind she went with three men.
Becky was annoyed with Damon. Not only hadn’t he had sex with her, he hadn’t touched her in front of his friends and Becky worried he wasn’t really serious. Was he trying to hide her? Didn’t he think she was good enough to be his girlfriend? Becky was confused. She wasn’t usually one to care about what people thought of her, but she cared what Damon thought and how he felt. She loved him.
Yesterday she bought a tight, figure-hugging red dress and black stilettos. Earlier today she’d gotten her hair and nails done, and was now applying a small amount of makeup. Becky was going to do it tonight, with Damon. If he didn’t she would find someone else—well, try to. She told herself to just seduce Damon. She really wanted Damon because he wouldn’t be terrible in bed like the only man she’d been with. She even hoped it would get him out her system. Becky didn’t like the uncertainty she felt when she was with him, and now when she thought about everything.
Grabbing her small, sparkly black bag, she slung it across her shoulder and put in her passport, driver’s license, room key and a hundred dollar bill. She took a deep breath and looked around her room. Her suitcase was packed with only her clothes out for tomorrow, and everything looked ready. Tomorrow night her holiday would be over and she would be on a flight to Chicago to her new job. Straightening her shoulders, Becky left her room trying not to think why Damon hadn’t asked her where she was moving. Pressing the elevator button, she got in when it came and looked at the mirror. No more worrying. Tonight she was going to seduce Damon and have fun.
Damon was meeting her in the hotel lobby. Becky was already ten minutes late, but she was nervous. Jacob and Caleb had been asked to do a promo job for their team tonight. They had tried to get out of it, but Becky had told them she’d see them tomorrow morning before she left.
When she got out of the elevator she saw him straight away. Even leaning on a column, Damon looked sexy and drew attention. A tall, thin blonde was staring up at him, laughing and pawing him. Becky groaned, closed her eyes for a moment, and told herself she could do this. She could be wild and free and do whatever she wanted for one night. Rolling her shoulders, she stood straighter, opened her eyes, and strolled to him.
“Damon, sorry I’m late.” Becky bit the inside of her cheek as Damon’s eyes widened at the sight of her, and he stepped away from the blonde, ignoring her, and went to Becky.
Damon reached up and his fingers trailed feather-light caresses over her neck and down across her cleavage. “I like this. You look gorgeous.” His voice was a husky rasp that had Becky quivering and eager to have her night.