Free Baseball Star Edition (The Seduction Game, #2) by Nicole Jennings Page B

defeat drink,”
    “I don’t know man, you were playing like you’re already
drunk, you sure you need one?” he teases. Great, rub a little salt in the
wound.
     
    ***
     
    The game is a bit of a disappointment. Our team loses
and is in no mood to greet fans, which is a disappointment to me since we’ve
placed ourselves next to a family with young boys. Hoping my Baseball Star
would come out and sign autographs for them.
    “There is always tomorrow,” Sarah encourages. “Stop sulking,
it took me two shows to get the Rock Star remember?”
    “I know, but he was in such a sour mood when he left. What if he’s still in a bad mood
tomorrow?” The pulse pounds in my veins just thinking about
him. When he walked off the field his square jaw was set firm and his
eyebrows furrowed so far you could barely make out his caramel colored eyes.
    “Then you change his mood,”
    “Changing his mood might not be the easiest thing to
do.” He even kicked the trashcan on his way out, sending the contents flying
across the dugout. I’m not going to lie; it made my heart stutter in excitement
to see the passion he had. I hope it transfers into the bedroom.
    For the time being, I needed to relax and get my head
into the poker game tomorrow. If I was sloppy, or distracted, I’d never get
past the first round.
    We sit around by the pool the following day soaking
in the midday sun until I retire to my room to get ready, leaving Sarah by the
pool. If my skin got burnt, it’d ruin any chance of an enjoyable night. Sarah
eventually comes back to the room to get ready for the night, then we head for
the event.  
    Inside, the hotel lobby is filled with onlookers and
players in the tournament. A section of the ball room is roped off for the poker tables. I lead Sarah to the registration table and
get my assignment.
    Excitement builds in my core, but I have to keep an
eye out for my Baseball star. “Have you seen him?” I ask as I chew on my
manicured fingernails.
    “No, I don’t think any of them are here yet, but stop
that.” She pulls my hand from my face. “There’s time to relax and scope out my
poker competition, that’s good, go do it. I’ll keep an eye out.”
    I sit at the designated table and receive my buy in
chips while Sarah goes to the bar to grab us some drinks.
    Across the room, I spot him when he enters with two
very gorgeous, blonde, toned, women at his side. My heart sinks. I hadn’t
anticipated he’d have someone or two someone’s with him, but that’s always a
possibility.
    “What’s wrong?” Sarah asks when she returns with
drinks in hand.
    “He’s with someone,” I nod in his direction and she
follows my line of sight.
    “Oh please? Are you worried about the woman with fake
breasts, hair, and tan?”
    “Yes, or the other one, she looks all natural. He
came in with both of them. It’s over, let’s just play a little poker and have a
good weekend.”
    “Why are you so down on yourself? Stop it, all you
know is he came in with them. They look like promo models to me.”
    “Yeah but the one girl’s arms are more tone than
anything on my body!” I cry out, louder than necessary and heads turn in my
direction. Great, now he’ll think I’m checking out the girls on his arm, not
him.
    “Fun trumps bimbo any day, just have fun and nature will do the rest.” She
disappears into the crowd of spectators leaving me to my own defenses.
    My Baseball Star signs a few autographs as he makes
his way over to the competitor’s table.
    Luck is on my side tonight and I move onto the next
round quickly, to the big boys table where my Baseball Star sits.  
    “Hello gentlemen,” I greet them when I sit down, “Is
everyone ready to play?”
    “Welcome to the table, you are . . .?” My Baseball
Star greets me with a side smile and a questioning head tilt.
    “Thank you, and it’s Amy”
    As the game progresses, I quickly find out that Lady
Luck has left my side, I’m bleeding chips fast. It
seems like my