Romance: Sports Romance: ON SIDE (Secret Baby Pregnancy Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Fiction) by Raven Monet Page B
Authors: Raven Monet
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here and now. That must be him. That must be Elias.
I walked over to the window, pulled back the curtains and watched as he stepped off his bike. His shaggy brown hair glistened in the sun, showing off some of his caramel highlights. It wasn't right that a man could have prettier hair than most women, especially a man as tough as Elias. Oh sure, he might look sweet and remind you of the boy next door, but there was something more to him. I could see it.
His black shirt hugged his body tight, showing off lean, tight muscles. His arms bulged beneath his shirt sleeves. His jeans were almost as tight. I noticed as he turned away from me, bending over and grabbing something from a bag on the back of his bike. Damn. They don't make men like him very often, because if they did, women of the world wouldn't be able to control themselves.
I pulled the curtain closed as he turned toward the stairs that he'd be taking to the second floor. His footsteps echoed through the corridor until they stopped outside my door. The look on his face when I swung that door open was priceless. His hand was still held back, preparing to knock, but I beat him to it.
“Come in,” I said, motioning for him to step inside. “No one followed you?”
“Of course not,” Elias said with a sigh.
He came inside and closed the door behind him. I made sure the doors were locked. Elias watched me, trying to suppress a grin.
“What?” I said. “Of all people, I would think you'd understand my nervousness.”
“Oh, I understand it. I just know all of this is pointless.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my back to the door still.
There was only one place for us to sit down in the room. My bed. There was no sofa and no chairs because this God forsaken hotel was too crappy for amenities like that – or even shower curtains.
Elias had no problem sitting down on the bed, however. He sat on the edge, leaving room for me to sit down next to him.
“Just that if this man wanted to kill you, a lock wouldn't do you much good.”
He had a point. But locking the doors still made me feel safer, and it wasn't going to change anytime soon.
“That's all I can do, Elias.”
“No, that's not true at all, Ava. And you know it. That's why I'm here.”
“What? You think you're going to swoop in, find the man who killed my parents and – ”
“Our parents, Ava,” he corrected me. “He killed mine too, remember.”
“Yeah, but you didn't seem as gung ho about revenge until I came around. Why is that?”
I still didn't sit down beside him. I remained standing.
“Oh, that's where you're mistaken, doll – ”
“Don't you fucking dare call me doll,” I said, standing firm. “I may be small, but you have no idea who you're messing with.”
Elias laughed, but he held his hands up in defeat. “Sorry about that. But it doesn't change the fact that you are mistaken. I have always been out for revenge, I just knew I couldn't do it alone.”
That caught my attention. “Go on.”
His green eyes narrowed in on me, and I felt the weight of his gaze as it worked its way down the length of my body. I was wearing shorts and a tank top. Yeah, maybe it was a little revealing, but it was hotter than hell. Besides, I had a nice body, one I worked hard for, and I shouldn't have to cover it up because men like Elias might get the wrong idea.
I crossed my arms over my chest, hiding some of my cleavage without realizing it.
“You're different, Ava,” Elias said, licking his thick, luscious lips as he spoke.
“Are you trying to pick me up or tell me why you need me to help find our parents' killers? Kind of hard to tell,” I said.
My own voice felt weak and I couldn't deny the attraction was there. He was checking me out now and I knew it was no different than when I'd checked him out when he climbed off his bike. Well, okay, he didn't know about me doing that, so I guess there was a slight difference. I wasn't making a public show of it.
“I don't mean that
I walked over to the window, pulled back the curtains and watched as he stepped off his bike. His shaggy brown hair glistened in the sun, showing off some of his caramel highlights. It wasn't right that a man could have prettier hair than most women, especially a man as tough as Elias. Oh sure, he might look sweet and remind you of the boy next door, but there was something more to him. I could see it.
His black shirt hugged his body tight, showing off lean, tight muscles. His arms bulged beneath his shirt sleeves. His jeans were almost as tight. I noticed as he turned away from me, bending over and grabbing something from a bag on the back of his bike. Damn. They don't make men like him very often, because if they did, women of the world wouldn't be able to control themselves.
I pulled the curtain closed as he turned toward the stairs that he'd be taking to the second floor. His footsteps echoed through the corridor until they stopped outside my door. The look on his face when I swung that door open was priceless. His hand was still held back, preparing to knock, but I beat him to it.
“Come in,” I said, motioning for him to step inside. “No one followed you?”
“Of course not,” Elias said with a sigh.
He came inside and closed the door behind him. I made sure the doors were locked. Elias watched me, trying to suppress a grin.
“What?” I said. “Of all people, I would think you'd understand my nervousness.”
“Oh, I understand it. I just know all of this is pointless.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my back to the door still.
There was only one place for us to sit down in the room. My bed. There was no sofa and no chairs because this God forsaken hotel was too crappy for amenities like that – or even shower curtains.
Elias had no problem sitting down on the bed, however. He sat on the edge, leaving room for me to sit down next to him.
“Just that if this man wanted to kill you, a lock wouldn't do you much good.”
He had a point. But locking the doors still made me feel safer, and it wasn't going to change anytime soon.
“That's all I can do, Elias.”
“No, that's not true at all, Ava. And you know it. That's why I'm here.”
“What? You think you're going to swoop in, find the man who killed my parents and – ”
“Our parents, Ava,” he corrected me. “He killed mine too, remember.”
“Yeah, but you didn't seem as gung ho about revenge until I came around. Why is that?”
I still didn't sit down beside him. I remained standing.
“Oh, that's where you're mistaken, doll – ”
“Don't you fucking dare call me doll,” I said, standing firm. “I may be small, but you have no idea who you're messing with.”
Elias laughed, but he held his hands up in defeat. “Sorry about that. But it doesn't change the fact that you are mistaken. I have always been out for revenge, I just knew I couldn't do it alone.”
That caught my attention. “Go on.”
His green eyes narrowed in on me, and I felt the weight of his gaze as it worked its way down the length of my body. I was wearing shorts and a tank top. Yeah, maybe it was a little revealing, but it was hotter than hell. Besides, I had a nice body, one I worked hard for, and I shouldn't have to cover it up because men like Elias might get the wrong idea.
I crossed my arms over my chest, hiding some of my cleavage without realizing it.
“You're different, Ava,” Elias said, licking his thick, luscious lips as he spoke.
“Are you trying to pick me up or tell me why you need me to help find our parents' killers? Kind of hard to tell,” I said.
My own voice felt weak and I couldn't deny the attraction was there. He was checking me out now and I knew it was no different than when I'd checked him out when he climbed off his bike. Well, okay, he didn't know about me doing that, so I guess there was a slight difference. I wasn't making a public show of it.
“I don't mean that
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