“Really? You’re surprised? You’re in a Chicago hotel. Your trade to the Falcons was broadcast everywhere. But if it’d make you feel better, I can pretend.” The tips of his lips turn up, and his tongue slides along his bottom lip. Shit, is that something he did as a distraction to take my thoughts off course and only think about having that tongue between my legs? If so, job well done. It totally worked. He shakes his head. “So, you know me. Now I need to know you. What’s your name?”
