“All right guys, I’ve got this. See you all in the morning. Don’t wait up, Morris!” Luc called over his shoulder and made his way towards the bar. He was going to go up, grab a shot, make some small talk, and then, once away from the guys, let the bunny down easy.
Saddling up to the bar, he ordered a shot of tequila. After downing it, he raised his finger to the bartender for two more. After three shots of the nasty alcohol just at the bar, his anger over the game had fizzled enough for him to push it aside. Then a woman’s voice whispered in his ear.
“Hey there, hot stuff. Did you get my message?” It was the girl who’d sent her number over with Torin.
The bartender delivered him one more shot at the bunny’s suggestion, and she handed over the money for it.
Sweeping his arm around the nameless girl, known only by her room number 2200, he said, “Let’s boogie, baby.” He knew he was being watched, so he led her right out of the bar and to the elevator. His gait was wobbly, and he needed to be wrapped around her to keep steady. So much beer and so much tequila had his head spinning. “So, what’s your name, 2200?”
“Kelli, with an I,” she said, as they stepped into the elevator.
Either the walls of the elevator were melting, or he’d had way too much alcohol. He forgot where he was or where he was going, but the Kelli girl held him tight.
She ran her hands all over him as the elevator closed. They were only going up one floor, but the elevator felt like it was crawling, inch by inch. Kelli’s hands went lower, below his belt to be exact. Forgetting everything, including why he wasn’t interested in the bunnies tonight, he realized he had a lot of pent-up sexual energy. He hadn’t been with anyone for a while, and Kelli was making those alcohol-induced feelings rise to the surface.
As soon as her hand cupped his dick, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. She abandoned feeling him up and led him by the hand to her room. Kelli giggled. “I never do this sort of thing.”
Sure honey, sure you don’t. “Uh-huh.” The room was spinning, as though he was on an amusement park ride.
“Make yourself comfortable on the bed, and I’ll be right out,” Kelli said, before disappearing into the bathroom.
Luc sat down and leaned back on his hands. He closed his eyes, and the room spun even more than it did with his eyes open. He used to be very familiar with doing this stuff. He was drunk and horny, and maybe this was best. This was what everyone expected out of him. He shouldn’t be considering breaking the code with—
Kelli emerged from the bathroom in a sexy see-through nightie. Don’t tell me this wasn’t planned. “Hey there.”
She climbed onto the bed facing him and sat on his lap. Her lips met his, and she pushed her tongue right into his mouth. Luc had to stop his gag reflex. She was sticking her tongue so far down his throat, it was like she was an alien from one of those movies, and he was being probed. Who enjoys this gross attempt at seduction?
Even being as drunk as he was, he was still repulsed. Top it off with her tasting like stale cigarettes. She was just lucky he was as drunk as he was. Luc closed his eyes and tried to enjoy her hands running over his abs and unbuckling his belt and pants. He was doing okay until she decided to talk.
She moaned. “Oh, Lucky…”
Lucky? It shook him out of his drunken stupor a bit. He considered not correcting her, but it was his name. If she recognized him from hockey, how did she not know his name? Okay, I’ll give her a pass on the first name; the last name is what I’m known by. “Uh, it’s Luc, actually.”
“Oh, right, Luc. I knew that.” She kissed his abs, one of his best qualities, and made her way down to his groin. She didn’t even comment on his tattoo. Her hand went down his pants and around his awaiting dick. “Mmm-hmm. Mama Mia, Luc Macaroni.”
Macaroni? What the fuck? The moment she butchered his last name—not even close—he went soft. He was drunk, but not that drunk. “Okay.” He pushed her away, just before she went to deep throat his dick. “This just isn’t working for me. Sorry.”
“What?” Kelli looked up at him with wide eyes and smudged lipstick.
It was as if he’d become instantly sober. He didn’t want to be here with her, and he had no idea how he even got here. But it was going to stop now.
“Yeah, sorry. You don’t even know my name, for fuck’s sake.” He pushed her away from him, stood up, and buckled his pants and belt. “I’m sorry, Kelli. It was the alcohol talking, and I shouldn’t be here.” Still fumbling with his belt, he knew how this looked, and it looked bad. And he felt just as bad, until she spoke again.
“Honey, your name doesn’t matter so much to me.” She never lost the seductive look on her face as she continued. “It’s just another notch under the Renegades column for me. Now c’mon, let’s finish what we started.”
“I should’ve never come up here.” He didn’t want some cheap piece of ass, no matter what anyone thought of him. Had he not sobered up, he would’ve made a terrible mistake, and possibly lost his chance at someone like Kassie. This time as he spoke, bitterness filled his words. Girls like Kelli enjoyed being labeled home-wreckers and being the top story on TMZ. He wasn’t going to let it happen to him. “I’ll give you some money if you want, for your time?”
“Get out.” Blonde Kelli pointed angrily to the door.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He felt bad, but not bad enough to care. Not to mention, he knew girls like Kelli. She’d be back out after fixing her makeup, picking up some other drunken loser. Probably not a Renegades player, though. These girls never hit the same bar twice in the same night.
“Sorry,” he yelled again, even though he really wasn’t, as she slammed the door on him.
Looking at his watch, he saw that it wasn’t that late. He was quickly sober, and now missing the only girl he cared about. The only girl he wanted to be with. I’m in no mood to go back to the room yet. Better off waiting till Morris might be asleep so there’s no explanation needed.
The guys were still in the bar, so he avoided that as he jumped off the elevator and hit the streets of New York. The city that never sleeps. There’d be no problem finding a coffee shop here to hang out in for a few hours.
Luc jammed his fists into his pockets and walked a few blocks. The air was cold and the wind colder, as he walked through the city. His face was wind-burnt before he finally ducked into a little hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. The desserts in the window were what really caught his eye; the warmth of the little shop was what kept him there. After ordering a coffee and cupcake, he sat down and just tried to straighten shit out in his head.
The pathetic interaction he’d just had with Kelli proved that Kassie O’Conner weighed heavily on his mind. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about her. But he was. He also decided it was best to stay away from the shots for a while.
Grabbing his cell phone, Luc pulled up Kassie’s number. It still baffled him how easily he got her to give him her number. This couldn’t possibly get me in any trouble, could it?