The Player's Game

by Alice Gaines

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  About the Author

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 by Alice Gaines. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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  First Edition July 2020

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  Chapter One

  Another damned wedding. They gave Grant Howard the creeps. The first—a few months ago—hadn’t been too bad. It had been his baby sister’s, and he’d pound the guy Beth had married into pudding if he ever hurt her. Because their dear old dad had run off and left them decades ago, Grant had been the one to give her away. Not too difficult, but still, he’d needed a few stiff drinks.

  But this one… What the hell? One of his best buds—a friend who’d taken The Player’s Pact to always remain single—had bitten the dust. Done the one thing the three of them had promised not to do: get married.

  They were supposed to be enjoying themselves with women who had no expectations other than a good time. Women like the gorgeous brunette who stood by his side as the elevator took them up to his hotel room. Sandy. She had the kind of curves that had immediately caught his attention, even from across the ballroom.

  He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Your plane doesn’t leave too early tomorrow, does it?”

  Sandy gave him a smile so full of promise, his cock twitched. “Afternoon.”

  “I’ll buy you brunch tomorrow. The hotel kitchen is one of the best in the country.” Yeah, he’d feed her in the morning. Right after he’d had her for breakfast. She was going to need sustenance by the time they’d finished with each other.

  She snuggled up to him, running her arms inside his suit jacket and around his ribs. “I’ve watched you play so many times. Did you know your uniform shows off your ass?”

  He had to laugh. “A benefit of playing in the NFL I wasn’t aware of.”

  “I can’t believe I’m actually with you.”

  “You’re with me, all right.” She’d admired his play on the football field. Now, she’d get a chance to see his moves in the bedroom.

  The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. He and Sandy put a respectable amount of distance between them…for now.

  The scent hit Grant first—a perfume he’d never be able to forget, although he hadn’t been near it for long enough that he should have forgotten. He turned to see who was getting on…and shock hit him like a punch to the gut. Katy.

  Katy recoiled at the sight of him, too. She was obviously as surprised…and horrified…as he was. Oh, no. This was not happening. Worse, she wasn’t alone. She was holding hands with some guy…as if she was on her way to do exactly what he and Sandy were planning. To hell with that.

  He stared at the elevator controls in front of him. And he did his best to keep breathing. This was Katy—his first love and the woman he’d never truly gotten over. They’d been so together for so long…and then he’d gone and ruined everything with his big mouth. She deserved to enjoy herself as much as he did. Seeing her with this dude might be torture, but it wouldn’t last long. He could do it…for her.

  But then, the guy put his hand at the small of her back and let it roam lower to her butt. Grab-ass with Katy in a public elevator? Who did the bastard think he was?

  “Take your hands off her,” Grant said.

  The guy looked at Grant. “What’s it to you?”

  “She’s my wife.”

  “Wife?” Sandy said. She and the guy with Katy exchanged horrified glances.

  Katy was his ex-wife, actually. But she still shouldn’t have some asshole pawing her in an elevator.

  Katy took a step forward and got in his face, though she had to rise up on her toes to do it. “We’re divorced Grant. Have you forgotten?”

  Yeah, they were divorced, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have feelings for her—didn’t miss waking up in their bedroom with her. Even after not seeing Katy for months, he found himself staring into the glow of her deep, dark eyes. He could remember what they looked like when she laughed and when she cried. Feelings, for heaven’s sake. Exactly what he was supposed to avoid.

  He and Sandy would only share the kind of feelings that turned off the higher centers of their brains and would make them cry out the Lord’s name. Or they would…if his little outburst hadn’t ruined things.

  Both Sandy and Katy’s date were avoiding eye contact right now. Katy hadn’t backed off an inch.

  “How could you?” she said. “I’m only doing what you do all the time.”

  “Yeah, but…” He gestured. “Him?”

  Her date glared at him for a second and then gave Sandy a glance. Obviously, he thought Grant had lost it. And maybe he had, but no one wrote how-to books about what you did when you caught your ex on her way to having a quickie.

  Sandy put her hand on his arm. “This isn’t the right time.”

  “It’s fine.” He held his hands up in a placating gesture. “We’ll all calm down.”

  The words were out of his mouth before he could pull them back. No man in his right mind ever told an angry woman to calm down. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire.

  Katy got even closer, if that was possible. “I swear to God, if you say one more word…”

  “Well, hey,” her “date” said as he blindly pushed a button for the next floor. “I think I have…that is…I left…”

  “Stephen, don’t,” Katy said.

  Too late. The elevator doors opened, and both Stephen and Sandy got out.

  For a second, Stephen held the doors open and stared at Grant. “Say, aren’t you…?”

  Great, the creep had recognized him. Grant didn’t have to recognize him back. Instead, he gave the guy what Katy used to call “the Hazel-Eyed Stare of Death” until the guy released the door.

  Sandy waved at Grant. “Catch you later.”

  But she wouldn’t. The doors closed on that opportunity for a really good night. Even if he did find her again, she probably thought he was a raving lunatic. Oh hell, maybe he was.

  “I hope
you’re satisfied,” Katy said.

  “He wasn’t good enough for you.” Lame, lame, lame, but no doubt true. Not many men were good enough for Katy, including him.

  “And she, no doubt, was good enough for you?” Katy said. “Maybe a centerfold model getting her PhD in particle physics while running a daycare for underprivileged children on the side?”

  “You don’t have to get sarcastic about it.”

  “For once, you’re right. I don’t have to do anything other than get off this elevator and away from you.”

  “Listen, Katy—”

  “Don’t,” she said. “You’ve ‘Listen Katy-ed’ me for the last time.”

  The doors opened. She spun around and walked off, leaving him alone. Completely alone…on what had promised to be an evening of beautiful, mindless sex. Damn it all.

  …

  Katy should have managed to calm down half an hour ago. She should have gotten into her bathing suit and taken several laps in Savvy’s Olympic-sized pool. Or she could have joined the revelers at the outdoor nightclub. She could have even had a few drinks and enjoyed her thirtieth birthday in a more reserved way than she’d originally planned. Or hell, she might have found Stephen there and worked things out. They could have had a few laughs about her neurotic ex-husband. That, at least, she might enjoy.

  She’d planned this trip to the newest hotspot—a luxury resort on a barrier island off the South Carolina shore—for months. A thirtieth birthday present to herself. Sure, Grant came from this area, but he played football in New Jersey and lived in Manhattan. He wasn’t supposed to show up in her hotel…or in the same elevator with her and her date. After all their time apart, he hadn’t lost his talent for driving her absolutely effing crazy.

  She had to talk to someone, but she sure as heck wasn’t going to call her parents and tell them Grant had ruined her plan to have mindless sex to celebrate her birthday. If she was lucky, Xandra might be available. After all, her friend and neighbor upstairs had helped her plan this trip. Xandra might have some idea how Katy could salvage at least a little fun.

  She punched Xandra’s number in her cell and listened to it ring. Xandra finally picked up. “Katy, what are you doing calling me? You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself with a hot date.”

  “It all fell apart. Grant showed up.”

  “Grant? Your ex?”

  “That’s the only Grant I know.” She and Xandra had specifically chosen this exotic location off the South Carolina coast to get out of Manhattan, where she might run into Grant. That had backfired, big time.

  “What was he doing in South Carolina?” Xandra asked.

  “I don’t know,” she said. “Correct that. I know what he was hoping to do—get laid. I just don’t know why he was doing it here.”

  “So, let me get this straight,” Xandra said. “You found your date.”

  “A sweet, smart guy named Stephen. He lives in Texas. I’d never see him again.”

  “And Grant had a date, too?”

  “All four of us ended up in an elevator together,” Katy said. “Then Grant got possessive. It was a real mess.”

  Xandra whistled. “That’s some weird karma.”

  “No kidding.” Somewhere, the fates were having a laugh at her expense.

  “Hmm.” Xandra fell silent, which usually meant she was hatching some plan or other. She had a wicked mind, and sometimes, Xandra came up with some reckless ideas. Then again, some of her other plans were perfect—as this one would have been, if not for Grant.

  “There is one way you can fix this mess,” Xandra said after a bit. “It’s going to sound strange, but hear me out. You and Grant both lost your dates, right?”

  “In a really embarrassing moment.”

  “Don’t be embarrassed. Just go with the flow,” Xandra said. “Fate obviously wants you to be together. So, go for it.”

  Katy stared at the sliding door of her room for a minute and the terrace on the other side. Out there, the world made sense. In here, not so much. What was Xandra talking about? “As in Grant and me? The two of us? Together?”

  “It’s the logical solution.”

  “It’d be the logical solution, if we were friends with benefits. But we were married. We can’t just fall into bed with each other.”

  “Why not?” Xandra said.

  “Because…well…because once you’re divorced, that’s it.”

  “You hear all the time about people who get divorced then hook up for old time’s sake,” Xandra said. “Didn’t you guys ever do that?”

  After the awful argument that had ended their marriage, she and Grant had mostly seen each other in their lawyers’ offices and then in court. He hadn’t once come back to the condo they’d shared. “No. That never happened.”

  “So, you got cheated,” Xandra said. “Why not make up for lost time? You know you want to.”

  Did she ever. It had been so long since she’d felt a man’s body moving against hers, hearing the pleasure noises he made. She’d finally gotten to know one guy well enough to let him into her bed—Kent, a guy from her gym. It had been pleasant enough but nothing more. Finally, by unspoken agreement, they’d drifted apart. There’d been nobody since then.

  And vibrators could only help so much. These days, she couldn’t concentrate on her caseload because she was so worked up. Pleadings and briefs hardly made a dent in her concentration. She was getting desperate, and so she’d gone to Xandra for help. And that was how she’d found herself almost experiencing a naughty—and much needed—night of sex with a stranger. At least, until Grant had shut it down

  Unfortunately, though her date had disappeared, the sexual craving eating her alive hadn’t.

  But sex with Grant? God, what a history they had. She’d been with a few people before she’d met Grant, but they’d been men—boys, really—who didn’t know much about a woman’s body. Grant had taught her about all her pleasure points—and his. He’d delivered her first orgasm and had followed it up with dozens more. He’d always been thoughtful and generous in bed.

  She had to admit the truth: she hadn’t had any really good sex since he’d left. He, on the other hand, had become a notorious player. She’d followed his exploits in the tabloids, and honestly, his actions since the divorce were what had convinced her to give sex for fun a try herself this one time.

  But sex with Grant? Maybe, if they could scratch each other’s itches just for tonight, it could work out. At least, she knew she liked him, or she had at one time. “What if he doesn’t want to?”

  “Kateeeeee. He’s a guy. You two were good in bed, right?”

  They’d been so good that she’d never managed to put those heated memories in the past, where they belonged. She’d literally wake up at night, hot and bothered, after dreaming about being with him again. Could she have that reality back for one night?

  “Give it a try,” Xandra said. “If things don’t work out, well, you got divorced for a reason, right?”

  Sex wasn’t the reason they’d divorced. No, it was more like a collection of arguments about where their marriage was going, culminating in words neither of them should ever have said to the other. But time had passed. Maybe they’d gotten past that enough for them to enjoy each other for one night. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

  “Call me and tell me how it goes,” Xandra said.

  “Will do. Love ya.”

  “Love ya back.” Xandra ended the call, and Katy sat staring at her phone for a while. Was she really going to find Grant and ask him for a night of sex? It sounded outrageous, but as Xandra had said, it did have its own logic. Stephen might have satisfied her, but she doubted he’d take care of her the way Grant always had. Nobody ever could.

  She went to the desk in her hotel room, not bothering to sit down, and lifted the telephone to call the front desk. She could do this.

 
“How may I help you?” came the swift answer in an efficient male voice.

  “I need to know Mr. Grant Howard’s room number.”

  There was a slight pause at the other end. “I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to give out that information.”

  Of course, he wasn’t. Otherwise, a small army of interested women could descend on Grant’s room. “Fine. Can you just put me through so I can leave a message?”

  “That’s not allowed, either.”

  She held the receiver in a death grip. It was standard hotel protocol for celebrities. If she’d wanted her aunt Fanny, they’d probably put her right through, but not to a famous quarterback. She’d been the recipient of the same treatment when she’d been married to him. She could ask for this employee’s supervisor to press her case, but that wouldn’t get her the information she wanted.

  “Thank you,” she said then hung up. She obviously needed a Plan B. It was a long shot, but she pulled out her cell phone again. It still had Grant’s number in it, so she called him. Unfortunately, the call went through to a recording. He must have turned his phone off, as he usually did when he wanted privacy. Probably privacy for a little fun with the woman in the elevator. Oh, brother.

  So, how was she going to find him? He’d been headed up to his room with his lover du jour. He was probably still there. And then she remembered…the elevator control had been lit for the twelfth floor. It would take some work, but she’d find him.

  She left her room and went to the elevator. It came quickly, and she punched in twelve. When the doors opened again, she got out and gazed around at his floor. Where to start? A little mental geography told her one side of the hotel faced the pool and the other the ocean. If given a choice, he would have taken the second option, so she headed in that direction.

  She couldn’t believe what she was doing—throwing off her normal reserve and prowling hotel corridors in hopes of finding her ex-husband for some hot and heavy sex. This was so completely out of her comfort zone. But if she didn’t follow through, she’d have to figure out some other way to let off some steam so she could concentrate on her work. Because nothing kept her from doing her job.