before.
I knew right then why he is a catcher. It’s not the same as my dad and my situation, but I know the similarities. I get looks and probing questions when people find out I’m not part of Gardner Developments or any of his other companies. I know that feeling as if you failed in some sort of way because you didn’t follow into the family business.
I break my connection with his stunning eyes and head toward the back of the plane. I’m one of the few female staff members, but the others are PR employees and I’m not close with them. I put my head back as the rest of the team and staff boards the plane. Once everyone is settled, we take off.
Thankfully, the ride is smooth. I’m not a fan of turbulence. Actually, I’m not a huge fan of flying, but it’s a requirement of my job and the fastest mode of transportation around. I need to get use to it.
After we land, the team loads up on their own bus. I feel someone staring at me as I wait in line for the staff bus. When I turn, I see Blake’s hazel eyes staring right through me.
Yep, he needs to find him a friend, and he needs to stop staring at me especially if he isn’t even going to have a polite conversation with me. He’s really making my blood boil. It’s because he’s an infuriating man and so hard headed. I hope he can figure out whatever it is that’s bothering him.
The team is the first to unload at the hotel, and then we follow suit. I’m given a card key and I head up to my assigned room. I assumed I’d have roommate, but there’s only one bed when I walk in.
“Well, at least I don’t have to share a bathroom,” I say aloud to the empty room.
After I unpack and change into jeans and tennis shoes, I decide to see what’s around the hotel. I haven’t visited Austin, Texas before and I plan to explore a little bit. The sad thing is, there’s not much around the hotel unless you have car. I assume they put the team farther out of the city to be closer to the stadium or because of the fans stalking them. Either way, I head down to the hotel restaurant. I don’t want to stay locked up in my room all evening.
I find a small, two-seat table in a secluded corner. I order a glass of red wine and I’m staring at the menu when someone sits across from me.
Blake Foster.
I sigh and return to my menu. “I’m punched out. If your knee is still hurting, might I suggest a hooker?”
“My knee is fine.”
“Then why are you here, Blake?” I continue to look at the menu and not his beautiful eyes.
“Same reason you are.” He takes the menu from my hand and lays it flat on the table.
“That’s mature. What if I wasn’t finished looking at it?”
“You can still read it, that’s why it’s on the table. Unless reading upside down isn’t something you can do?” He doesn’t look up, continuing to glance over the menu.
“Don’t worry; I just happen to have a number of talents, Blake.” Stop flirting, Sofia! I yell at myself and focus on the menu.
“At least I know there is one thing you can do that I can’t. I don’t think there are any talents you could have that would make me worry, though.”
I give him seductive smile when he looks at me. “Are you sure about that, Blakey? I’m pretty bad-ass.” I drop my smile a little bit. I need to stop this before it gets serious. “Well, don’t ask my sister if I’m bad-ass because she’s much better at it, but I’m pretty close.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “I’m sure you are.”
I think for a second on how to change the subject. “Do you usually invite yourself to other people’s table?”
“No, but I figured you wouldn’t mind. What are you going to order? I can’t decide what I want.”
I give up. I know he sat down for a reason, and I decide to be civil and let him go at his pace. “I’m getting the double cheeseburger with extra pickles.”
“Hm. I don’t know if that would be a good choice for me.” He goes back to the menu. “Is your sister