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ready for something more. All this time I’m spending with Evan has made me
think back to the days when I wanted a companion, not just a bed buddy. I’ll
talk to Gregg tonight after dinner, maybe our days together are coming to a
close, but that doesn’t mean I’ll start anything with Evan. He’s still a client
and no matter how well I do in the profession, I’m constantly having to prove
myself. Dating one of my athletes is the cardinal sin in my line of work.
    “Got room for one more?”
    I recognize the voice before I look up. When I do,
my jaw falls open at the sight of Evan Purser standing beside our table. He
looks amazingly sexy in a navy sweater, the sleeves pushed up his muscular
forearms and his jeans hugging every muscle of his thick legs.
    I quickly close my mouth, hoping no one noticed. I
stand and since I’m wearing a pair of flat, strappy sandals, I have to push on
my tippy toes to reach his cheek where I barely brush my lips. My hand steadies
my balance on his chest, but not my racing heart. Evan’s large hand grips my
waist, not helping my heartbeat.
    “What are you doing here?” I whisper, glancing
over my shoulder at Benny and Gregg, both looking equally as shocked as I am.
    Grinning like the Joker, he responses, “I finished
my workout for the day.”
    I roll my eyes and give him a playful shove. Evan
laughs and we turn to the table. My stomach churns nervously as I remember
Gregg is watching us.
    Benny pats the chair beside him. “Here, man, take
a seat.”
    Evan shakes his hand, the two men introduce
themselves as I take my place beside Gregg. I glance over at him, but Gregg
just pats my shoulder, his arm resting on the back of my chair.
    Evan takes the seat directly across from me and
his knee knocks mine, sending a shot of electricity directly between my legs.
He gives me a sly wink before turning to the baseball players and chit chatting
with them. I’m silent the rest of dinner, completely not on top of my game as I
sit awkwardly between my lover and my linebacker. Evan’s not helping any since
he hasn’t moved his legs and continues to rub the denim of our pants together,
evoking more of a reaction than I care for.
    Finally, after an excruciating hour of Benny
flirting with the waitress while Evan eggs him on and Gregg laughing at both of
them, the men have decided they’re ready to call it a night. I can’t help but
wonder if I wasn’t here if Evan would be in the bathroom having his way with
the perky blonde server. My stomach twists at the thought and I force myself to
push it away, it’s not my business who Evan Purser has sex with.
    Outside the restaurant, Benny shakes the men’s
hands and kisses my cheek, whispering in my ear, “Never knew that was your
type!”
    I roll my eyes and tell him good night. My cheeks
burn bright and I know this thing with Evan Purser has to stop. I don’t sleep
with my clients and while I may not be screwing Evan, apparently that’s the
idea I’m giving which is just as bad.
    I watch Benny walk to his car, too afraid to turn
around and face Gregg and Evan at the same time. Luckily, I don’t have to. A
hand moves to my lower back and I feel a cheek against mine. In a low voice,
Gregg says, “I’ll meet you back at the hotel.” With a quick peck on my cheek,
he walks into the darkness and I’m forced to turn around and meet Evan.
    His hands are shoved in his pockets and he’s
wearing a shit-eating grin, exuding nothing but cockiness. I shiver in my peach
baby doll tank top, my teeth chattering when I begin to speak. It’s not that
cold in Florida this time of year, but my nerves are taking over. Honestly, I
haven’t felt this way since back in college.
    Evan pulls his hands out of his pocket and easily
draws me against him, his hands sliding up and down my arms. “Geez, Cami, you
weren’t shaking this much when we went surfing.”
    He’s right and the water temperature was in the
fifties. Slowly, my confidence comes back and I shake