Smashed Steel: A Steamy Stand Alone Sports Romance (Steel Crew Book 7) by MJ Fields

Author:MJ Fields [Fields, MJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Valley Publishing LLC
Published: 2021-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

Nine minutes later and changed into yoga pants and a tank top, I walk out of my room and look left as he walks onto the elevator.

Being alone with him in a confined space like that seems too intimate an atmosphere, so I decide to take the stairs. Thankfully, ten flights are no problem. I’m pretty sure it would have been a different story in the morning hours.

Hurrying down the hall toward the front of the hotel, in hopes of beating him, I see him walk off the elevator, followed by a bunch of women eye-banging his ass and whispering. He hasn’t a clue, though. His ball cap covers his eyes, AirPods in his ears, and his head is bowed, looking at his phone.

I stay close to the wall and attempt to hurry past him and beat him outside when he reaches out and grabs my hand.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

A bubble of surprised laughter bursts. “I wanted to beat you outside.”

“Yeah?” he asks, still holding my hand and pulling out one of the AirPods.

“Yeah,” I admit, trying to ignore the tingles spreading up my hand, my arms, my … tits.

“Next time we’re racing, how about a heads-up so I have a chance?”

I lift a shoulder. “Maybe.”

“Oh, I see how this is gonna go.” He smirks, shaking his head.

“How the heck did you even see me with your hat pulled down over your eyes?”

“I see what I wanna see.” He links his fingers through mine, and it feels … so weird to be holding his hand, walking through the busy hotel lobby.

I hear his name whispered several times from behind us as he leads us through the lobby and out to the front doors.

“Did you hear them?” I ask.

“I hear what I wanna hear, and I hear you.”

Dear Lord.

He walks us toward a bench and sits down. “So, tell me, Ellis. What did you drag me out at”—he looks at his watch—“seven o’clock at night for?”

I let go of his hand and reach in my purse for my phone. “It’s a surprise.”

He leans forward and looks at my screen then takes my phone. “We’re not doing Uber. I have a rental.”

I look at him, his blue green eyes sparkling, not the least bit menacing. His smirk, cocky, but sincere and kind. His lips, kissable. I mean, his lips haven’t lied to me, that I know of.

“You don’t trust my driving?”

I push my hair back behind my ear. “I, um, I had an accident.”

“Something else we have in common, yeah?”

“I guess I never thought about that, but yes. Georgie’s father was driving, and I was pregnant, and he didn’t want me to be. He, um, well, he was engaged, and I didn’t know he was. I was under the impression we were exclusive. He wanted me to have an abortion, and I couldn’t because, like, my mom either died after trying to abort me, or killed herself after my bio father left her late in her preg —”

“Jesus Christ, Ellis,” he growls standing up so quickly it startles me.

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