If you only knew.
His unrelieved hard-on made it a challenge to walk out of Gina’s office without wincing. He accepted Gina’s rejection, albeit with some surprise. This was one for the record books. Connor knew he wasn’t being conceited when he recognized that most women he hit on usually reciprocated his advances. Truth be told, he usually was the one getting hit on. Looking into the mirror every morning when he shaved, he knew that Mother Nature had blessed him with good looks. Being a successful professional athlete only sealed the deal, ensuring that he did not lack for female companionship.
But lately, he had started turning down the blatant offers of the women who threw themselves at him. Most guys would scoff at him if Connor told them that the no-strings sex was starting to get stale. More times than not, he felt as though there was something missing in his life.
Gina had intrigued him from the moment he recognized her in the boardroom after her remarkable transformation. At first he hadn’t placed her as the same bedraggled woman who had almost crushed his injured foot with her chair leg last season. Then he had made direct eye contact with her. The same vivid green eyes he remembered looking up at him in shock after he had turned her on her backside in a knee-jerk reaction to the pain radiating from his foot.
Connor had been entertained by the cool “Thank you” Gina had thrown over her shoulder when he had pulled out her chair for her at their last meeting. He had been looking forward to working with her since. He had noticed the other men in the room checking Gina out, especially Matt, one of the newest players to join the team. As the captain of the team, it was up to Connor to let Gina know that the rookies didn’t have time to play in her little sex games.
To say he had been fascinated with her sexual wish list was an understatement. He hadn’t been able to shake the visuals that had bombarded him since he had read her email. It was going to be up to him to let her know that the rookie players she had indentified on her list were going to be too busy working toward making the dream of a Stanley Cup win a reality. He would make sure they didn’t have a second to spare for her.
Nope, Gina was going to have to play her little games with him and leave the rookies to their own devices.
Getting into the elevator, Connor caught his reflection in the mirrored walls. The wicked grin slanting his lips would have scared the pants off Gina had she seen it. Connor let out a chuckle at the thought as he contemplated his course of action on how he was going to do just that. Suddenly, he was really looking forward to working with Gina.
Chapter Three
Agreeing to meet Connor in the middle of the afternoon at the nightclub that he co-owned had seemed like a safe bet when Gina had set up her meeting with him. After all, it was during broad daylight and she was essentially going to be dealing with his general manager, Alex, to discuss holding a fundraising event there.
Gina was proud of how quickly they had managed to get started on the new campaign. The only dark cloud hanging over her was her doubt that she could survive her interactions with Connor. She had been holding her breath since their confrontation in her office. Gina still squirmed with embarrassment over emailing him a list of her sexual fantasies and the list of potential lovers to go along with them.
Part of her had been worried that he would reveal the contents of her email to his friends and they would all be having a good laugh at her expense. A bigger part of her was still shocked that Connor had been interested in her. Thankfully, she hadn’t heard even a sniff of any reference to her wish list. And since that horrendous night in her office, Connor had only communicated with her via a few brief work-related emails. He hadn’t brought up her list, but instead, had been short and to the point.
She had been dreading seeing Connor today. Whenever they were in the same room together, Connor’s penetrating gaze made her feel as if he was able to read her mind, that he was acutely aware of her every thought.
Well no kidding! The man did read your deepest sexual fantasy wish list. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what you’re thinking about.
Walking through the unlocked doors to the club, Gina wasn’t surprised by the decadent interior. White sheer drapery hung from the walls and low modern furniture was clustered in groups around the glass floor covering the “pond” that featured as the dance floor in the center of the club. The club was world famous for this water feature that doubled as a dance floor. Chic and elegant. She would expect nothing less for the playground of the rich and famous.
A deep whimper from the back of the room caught Gina’s attention. Although it was broad daylight outside, the windowless club cast the cavernous room in dark shadows. Searching for the source of the sound, Gina gradually entered deeper into the room. Only a few of the lights were turned on, so it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. Another heartfelt moan caught her attention, drawing her closer to the sound.