“You’re right. I had favorite younger teachers, but I remember the high school ones I liked and disliked better,” Caleb said.
“Yeah, I agree. I wasn’t much good at school, but I remember what I did like.” Jacob smiled and his dimple popped. “If I had a pretty teacher like you I might have liked it more.”
Becky couldn’t help the heat that crept up her cheeks. Jacob was a charmer.
Damon shrugged. “School was never my thing. It was so long ago all I remember was I hated it.”
Becky looked at Damon. He didn’t look that old. Thirty, maybe a little bit older. “It can’t have been that long ago.”
“Over fifteen years ago.”
That meant he was thirty-three, maybe thirty-two. A waitress came over and asked if they were ready to order. Becky stared at the menu and looked for the cheapest item besides the salad and ordered it and asked for some water. The men all got steaks and breads.
Becky was on a budget. She’d worked her retail job since she was able to get work. She’d put money aside for her holiday for over four years. Becky had a nice little nest egg. She could afford more at the restaurant, but she didn’t want to pay the ridiculous price. She had other things she wanted to spend it on more.
****
Damon was annoyed at Jacob. This was a boys’ getaway. Well, a keep-Damon-out-of-trouble getaway. They were starting in Disney World and ending with a big bang in Vegas. Jacob had said it would be a good way to get everything out before practice and the season began. Coach had told Damon he didn’t want his playboy ways to interfere with his work. Damon’s had told him to tone it down as two companies had already pulled out of endorsement deals because of his behavior. They wanted someone with a cleaner image.
Women, parties, motorcycles and fast cars were what he liked to do with his spare time. His two friends and teammates, Jacob and Caleb, had promised him a fun vacation that would keep him out of trouble. He’d agreed, knowing he shouldn’t piss off his team with his actions anymore, at least for a while.
The girl that sat with them now was a pretty little thing. She was nothing like the women he and his friends hung around. She wasn’t stick thin with massive fake tits and willing to do anything just to be seen with him or a teammate. Damon could tell she had no idea who they were and what kind of money they made. Damon studied her; she wasn’t just pretty, she was beautiful. Becky, she’d said her name was, had olive skin, big brown eyes, and long black lashes with a thick plait of midnight-black hair. Her lips were tiny and her nose petite. Her body was shapely, and she was short. Becky would be lucky to come to his shoulders with high heels on. Right now with her flat gladiator sandals on she was at the height of his nipples. She wore black knee-length leggings and a tight blue shirt with white lace that sat just right, giving a view of a generous cleavage. She was bigger than any of the women he’d ever been with, but she carried it well.
Damon had never been attracted to a woman like Becky. He was annoyed that he was reacting to her. He admitted, as he zoned in on her breasts, that it may be those natural beauties that drew him. Damon wiggled on his seat as his cock stood to attention. He couldn’t have her; she wasn’t for him. Becky was too sweet and young. Well, from what he’d learned so far she seemed like that. Damon didn’t like sweet—he liked sexy, flirty, and ready to go when he wanted. Becky looked so young. She had to be in her twenties to finish college, but she didn’t look a day over eighteen.
He shouldn’t even be thinking about her. Jacob was interested in her and she wasn’t what he usually went for, either, but this girl had something about her. Damon would admit that. He knew from the moment he saw Becky that she was a relationship kind of girl. She wouldn’t let him keep women on the side, or go out clubbing all night and come home with a group of willing women happy to sleep with him to say they had fucked Damon Chet, hockey’s bad boy. He rolled his eyes. God, he hated that title.
“You don’t agree?”
Startled out of his musing, he glared at the woman in question as she met his stare with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t agree with what?”
“That I should come join you on your day at Disney World?”
He shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck if you join us, girl.”
He contained his smile as she growled and muttered, “Not ‘girl’. My name is Becky.” She was cute when she was angry. He’d enjoy himself today. It wasn’t as if they were going to see Becky again.
****
The second day at Disney World, Becky was there as the gates opened to the Magic Kingdom. She’d left her hotel and boarded the shuttle bus with a spring in her step. She’d had a ball with the guys yesterday and had agreed to meet with them again tonight.