Mine to Take (Southern Weddings #5)(39)

“You are two years too late,” she says and my heart shatters in my chest.

“Didn’t you always say it’s better late than never?” I point at her, hoping she throws me a rope because I’m in the water and it feels like I’m drowning.

“Okay, fine, I accept that you are a horse’s ass.” She looks at me. “What do you want?”

Everything! my head screams but my mouth is in control. “To be friends.” Saying the words feels like acid in my mouth.

“I am not going to be friends with you.” She shakes her head.

“Why not?” I ask, shocked. “I’m a good friend!” I shriek. “I’m a very good friend.”

“I have enough good friends,” she informs me.

“Everyone can use more friends.” I put my hands in my pockets because my cock has decided that this is the part where I show her how much I want to be her friend.

“Not me, but thanks.” She cocks her head to the side and with her hair up it gives me access to her neck.

“Okay,” I concede, walking toward the door and her. I see her eyes turn a touch lighter, and I even see the disappointment on her face. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me.” I lean down, and our eyes lock right before I kiss her cheek. “See you soon, Sofia.” I walk to the door and she hasn’t moved from the spot she’s in. “I got you a burger with cheese and bacon and fried pickles.” I open the door, hoping she says not to go, but I know her. I know she’s going to let me go. I deserve it. I know it. She knows it. But what she doesn’t know is that I’m not going anywhere.





I’m walking off the ice, and for the first time in a long time, I slept like a champ. Of course I woke up with the biggest hard-on of my life, even after taking a shower and jerking off to her, twice.

As I walk into the room, sweat is pouring off my face. I put my stick against the wall and walk over to my spot on the bench. Grabbing my phone, I see that I have a message.

Rhonda:

Package was delivered this morning and was accepted by Sofia Barnes.





I smile as I put my phone down and hurry up in the shower. I put on shorts and a T-shirt with a team sweater. I grab the baseball hat, putting it on backward, my wallet and phone. “See you tonight, boys,” I say, rushing out of the room and to my car.

I arrive at her office twenty-five minutes later; the traffic was insane today. I go up the front stairs two at a time, pulling open the door and stepping in. A woman is standing at the desk. “Hi, can I help you?” she asks, looking me up and down.

“I’m here to speak to Sofia Barnes,” I reply, smiling at her. She picks up the phone and calls her. The woman turns around so I don’t hear her talking.

She turns around and puts the phone down. “She’ll be right out,” she says before she walks out of the room and down to where I know Sofia’s office is. I hear her heels before I see her.

She’s wearing a white tight skirt that goes to the middle of her calves but has a slit in the front that goes to her knees, the black shirt she is wearing is cut too low in the front for my liking, “What are you doing here?” she asks, smiling, but I can see she’s pissed. Her teeth are clenched together.

“I was making sure you got my gift,” I tell her, smiling. This morning I rushed into the rink and got one of my jerseys, and then hit up Rhonda, the public relations girl, asking her for two tickets to the game tonight. Then I begged her to make sure Sofia got it. I made it on the ice with a minute to spare. I now owe her a signed jersey from my grandfather.

“I did.” She nods her head at me.

“And?” I say, waiting.

“And nothing, I got it.” She folds her arms over her chest, making her tits push up.

I take a step closer to her. “Are you going to come?”

“No.” Fuck, she is so beautiful. “I don’t like hockey. I’m more a football fan these days.” Her eyes go a shade darker when she lies. And she moves her eyes from side to side.

“You are lying.” I point at her.

“I’m not lying,” she huffs.

I fold my own arms over my chest. “Then you definitely should come so you can see why you miss it.” I step even closer to her.

“I don’t miss it,” she insists so fast that she doesn’t have a chance to hide the lie.

“You know I can tell when you are lying.” I laugh.

“You don’t know me, Matthew,” she declares and I close the distance between us, standing toe to toe with her.

“Oh, I know you, baby,” I say softly, right before I step away from her. “See you tonight,” I tell her once I get to the door, “and wear my shirt.”

I open the door to step out. “When pigs fly,” is the last thing I hear before the door closes behind me.





sofia





He steps out, and the door shuts right when I say, “When pigs fly.” I stare at the door for a couple of seconds before the anger surges through me. I walk over and open the door right as he opens his car door. “You can’t just keep doing this, Matthew.”

He looks up at me, the smirk on his face going straight to a smile, making me want to kick him right in the shins with pointy-ass shoes on. “What can’t I be doing, Sofia?”