Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) by KB Winters Read Free Book Online Page B

As soon as I stepped outside the front doors, a heavenly aroma hit my nose, and veered me to the left. Another hotel was directly across the street from my dive and the mouthwatering scent floated across the busy road. A place like that would have an in-house restaurant. It would be a helluva lot better than stale fast food, I thought, glancing in the direction of the neon lights and line at the drive through.
    I hurried to the crosswalk and waited for the signal to change before rushing across the street. Compared to the places I stayed on family vacations, the hotel itself wasn’t fancy, but it was light years ahead of my own temporary shack. As soon as I entered the front doors, I felt out of place in my way too dressed down style. A river rock fireplace was roaring with bright, dancing flames, and classical music was piped through the place, punctuated with the sound of shoes clicking on the parquet entry and the sound of hushed conversation as people came and went. I spotted the restaurant off on the left and made a beeline. I’d just order something to go. I wouldn’t have to stay.
    “Good evening, miss,” a friendly man greeted as he held open the door for me.
    I nodded. “Evening. Uhm, can I just see a menu? I think I’ll order something to go.”
    “Of course.” He reached into a cubby on his side of the podium and handed me a leather bound menu. “Take-out orders can be made with the bartender.” He pointed through an arched entryway.
    “Thank you,” I replied, taking the menu and heading in the direction of the bar. The place was moderately busy, but the bar was nearly empty when I stepped inside. I ducked into the nearest booth and peeled back the cover of the menu and began perusing my choices, each one sounding more delicious than the one before.
    I was lost in my choices, mentally debating between macaroni salad or a baked potato on the side, when a smooth, buttery tone interrupted my thoughts and sent my heart careening into a cement wall, “Hey there, cowgirl.”
    I dropped the menu. It landed with a thump on the table. My eyes flew to the sparkling set across from me and my mouth dropped open. “What are you doing here?”
    Trey Delgado leaned back in the booth across from me and grinned. “Same thing you’re doing, I’d imagine.”
    I sighed. Of course. Mr. Jones had mentioned that my hotel accommodations would be close to the team’s but not at the same hotels. Likely because of the price. I just never imagined they’d be staying at the hotel literally a hundred feet or so away from mine. “You’re staying at this hotel, aren’t you?”
    “Yes, ma’am.” His smile darkened. “You want a tour of my suite? You’d like it. I guarantee it.”
    I grimaced. He clearly had a high opinion of himself. “Arrogant much? And no, shockingly enough, I don’t.”
    My fingers tapped on the spine of the thick menu as a new mental debate started in my head. Damn he was hot. I couldn’t decide if I should stay and order something to go, pretending he didn’t bother me—or cut my losses and run back over to the fast food joint. After seeing all of the delicious choices on the menu—and the man sitting across from me—I knew a cold basket of chicken fingers wasn’t going to satisfy me. But it would probably be less trying than sitting here with Trey hanging over me, sweet talking me non-stop, trying to get me back up to his hotel room.
    Decisions, decisions…
    “Your call. I’ll keep the offer open in case you change your mind.”
    “Well that’s a relief,” I scoffed.
    Trey smirked at me and gave an exaggerated glance around the bar. “Where’s your camera guy?”
    “Oklahoma City. Why?”
    “You two a thing?”
    I curled my lip back with disgust. “Are you for real? Just because I have a guy for a camera man, you think I’m sleeping with him? Kinda chauvinistic, ya think?” Ugh, men like Trey pissed me off. It was like a girl could only get ahead in this world if she was