Rosalie's Player by Ella Jade Read Free Book Online

sure he was going to get exactly what he wanted. Even she couldn’t deny that anymore.
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    Holt waited at the bar in the posh Manhattan hotel lobby. New York City was an interesting place. So many people at every hour of the day moving at a fast pace. Where were they all rushing to? What was so important?
    As he sipped his beer, he thought about the trips he used to take there when he was a kid with his parents. His father called them business trips, but when Holt was old enough to understand, he realized they were more than business. His father would take he and his mother to lunch, a show, or a baseball game. They had his undivided attention all day, but once dinner was over and they were back in their extravagant hotel suite that overlooked the city, his old man disappeared and didn’t come back until the early morning hours.
    How his mother had put up with it for all those years Holt would never figure out. That was between them. Their marriage of convenience had lasted for over twenty-five years. Apparently something was working for them.
    “Holt Clemson.” A long-haired blonde beauty with sparkling blue eyes and full breasts approached him. “I saw you pitch yesterday.”
    “Did you?” He smiled as his gaze traveled over her body, eyeing her barely there blue dress. The material was thin enough for him to see her black bra and panties. The dress was at least two sizes too small for her. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, he could see she had gone overboard on the black eyeliner and dark red lipstick. Her perfume flowed between them, almost distorting the taste of his beer. “How’d I do?”
    “Well, I’m a New Yorker, so I’d be a traitor if I said anything positive.”
    “Smart.” He laughed because he was used to hometown fans giving him a hard time. “I respect that.”
    “Do you mind if I sit with you?” She took the seat next to him. “I’m meeting some friends.”
    “I won’t be here long.” He looked around the lobby. “I’m waiting for my date.”
    “Date?” She smiled as if she didn’t believe him. “I’ve read the papers. You don’t date.”
    “The papers don’t know everything.”
    “My friends and I are hitting the clubs tonight. Why don’t you ditch your date and come out with us? You’ll be glad you did.” She inched closer to him. “We’d love to have a strong baseball player escorting us. Maybe you could get some of your boys to come along?”
    That request would have been a no-brainer last weekend, but not tonight. He had bigger plans on his mind tonight. They didn’t include desperate women who wore tight dresses and way more makeup than necessary.
    “I’m sorry, sugar, but I’m going to have to pass.”
    “Are you sure?” She motioned toward the double doors that led to the lobby. “I have five hot girls over there just waiting to have a good time.”
    “Looks like you girls will have no problem getting into some trouble all by yourselves.”
    From behind the chesty blonde’s shoulder, he spied his prize. Rosalie stepped off the elevator and looked around, searching for him. She was already tempting him with those long, tanned, toned legs. Her feet were adorned with a high, light brown wedge heel, and her dress... Holy hell. A beige strapless dress that barely covered anything. But, unlike the girl sitting next to him, Rosalie displayed class and sophistication. Her fun and flirty appearance had his dick begging to break free. He hadn’t planned on being the one who would beg tonight.
    “If you’ll excuse me.” He stood from the bar and made eye contact with his gray-eyed beauty. Her long, dark hair was curly tonight, fuller, sexier. “My girl is waiting for me.”
    The blonde looked in Rosalie’s direction. “I can see why you wouldn’t want to bail on her.”
    No man in his right mind would bail on her. “Have a good night.”
    “This is why I root for New York,” she said as he walked toward Rosalie. “Those players know how to have