“Why, yes I am,” she says without hesitation.
“And when might you have time to go out?” I push.
“I’m working tomorrow night, but the day after I’m free.”
I shake my head. “I’m flying out to Boston that day for a road trip. I’ll be back next Wednesday.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve got to work Wednesday and Thursday nights, but I’m off on Friday.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “We’ve got a game that night. Assume you have to work Saturday?”
Lexi just stares at me contemplatively for a moment before she says, “You know what…I’m going to see if I can switch shifts with someone else on Wednesday if you want to go out then.”
“Shifts?” I ask curiously. “You mean you have shifts of performers here that sing?”
Lexi laughs, deep and husky again.
My dick still likes it.
“No,” she says while chuckling. “I’m just a barista here. I make coffee and bus tables. The singing is just on the side. Georgia, the woman who owns the place, pays me a little extra and I make good tips singing, but I really just make coffee for a living.”
I grin at her. I mean, she’s fucking cool. A ukulele-strumming, sexy-singing, bean-grinding barista. “Okay, Wednesday it is.”
“Wednesday,” she agrees, then reaches into her back pocket to pull out her phone. “What’s your number?” she asks.
I give it to her and watch as she punches it in. My phone starts ringing and I pull it from my pocket.
Lexi holds her phone up to her ear, and I mimic her motion as I connect the call. “Hello?”
She grins at me. “Hi, Roman. It’s Lexi. I was just calling to tell you that I have to get back to work, but I’m looking forward to Wednesday.”
I can’t help it. I laugh and grin back at her. Speaking into the phone, I say, “I’m looking forward to it too.”
“Just so you know,” she says playfully. “I don’t have sex on the first date. Well, not always. Sometimes. It depends on how it goes.”
Jesus, fuck…is she kidding me? Please tell me she’s not kidding me.
I stare at her, my eyes boring into hers to try to glean the truth. She just stares back at me with sparkling eyes full of mischief, and I have no clue if I’ll get a kiss from her on Wednesday or if we’ll fuck like animals.
Strangely, I’m okay with not knowing. Makes the anticipation that much better.
“Well,” I say into the phone as I lean in closer to her. “I guess we’ll find out on Wednesday, won’t we?”
“I guess we will,” she whispers back into the phone, and I think I’m officially hooked on this girl.
Chapter 8
Lexi
I don’t understand. I’m not usually afflicted with sweaty hands when meeting people because I’m not prone to suffer from nervousness. I’ve traveled the country, performed in front of probably thousands of people over my adult life. I’ve done bungee jumping and sky-diving, and once swam with sharks.
Well, granted, I don’t know if my hands were sweating when I was swimming with the sharks, but I doubt it. I wasn’t nervous.
Not like I am now.
Which is exactly how I felt after meeting Brian that first time earlier this week. Racing pulse and sweaty palms.
Before I ring the doorbell to Gray and Ryker’s house, I tuck the bottle of wine under the arm that doesn’t have my purse slung over the shoulder and briskly rub the bottoms of my hands on my wool skirt. It’s one of the more sedate pieces of clothing I own: a dark brown and taupe plaid, which I paired with a brown turtleneck, because let’s face it, working in a coffee shop and tending bar doesn’t really require dressy outfits. Luckily I had a pair of camel-colored boots to pair with the outfit, and I think I look moderately respectable.
And I sure hope so, for tonight is the dinner that Gray had suggested we have at her house. It’s an important night and I’m also a little blown away that Gray and Brian decided to forgo flying out to Boston today to watch the Cold Fury play on Sunday. It’s why Roman and I couldn’t go out tonight. Instead, Gray is going to fly out Monday and catch up with the team in New York for their game there on Tuesday. But basically, they put aside their duties as CEO and general manager of the Cold Fury to have a private, get-to-know-you dinner tonight.
With my palms dry—for the time being—I ring the bell and suck in a few deep breaths until the door opens and Gray is standing there with a welcoming smile.
“Hey, Lexi,” she says softly as she takes a step back. “Come on in.”
“Thanks,” I murmur nervously as I enter the foyer, taking a brief look around. While their house is really big, it isn’t ostentatious, but rather looks to be warm and inviting. The large living room just beyond where we stand has plush brown couches scattered with scarlet pillows. There’s a fire going in the hearth and soft music is playing in the background.
“Ryker and Dad are in the kitchen, opening up some wine,” she says.
“The girls aren’t here?” I ask.