Book 2: What Happens Here - Chicago (What Happens Here Series)

Chapter 12 - Shane

After Mackenzie had literally shut her suite door in his face, Shane had stood in place for a few beats in shock. He was confused about her sudden and abrupt change in mood. One moment they were laughing and sharing stories, and in the next she was damn near running away from him. He frowned as he'd stood at the door, unsure of why his damn feet felt cemented in place.

Was he expecting her to open the door and invite him inside? Or maybe he was waiting for her to say or do...something...that would explain to him what had happened, and possibly shed some light on where her head was at. Had he said or done something to upset her? He wasn't sure what was going on but realizing that she was not going to open the door, and beginning to feel like a damn stalker, Shane ran a hand through his hair before cupping the tightening muscles at the back of his neck.

With one last glance at Mackenzie's closed suite door, Shane had turned and walked away. Once he'd returned to his own suite, he'd pulled out his cell and noticed that he'd missed a text message from his assistant Cantrell Simmons. Scrolling through the message, Shane saw that she had attached his updated itinerary for his flight the next day to New England to meet with a new NFL client that he'd signed. Originally, Shane had planned to fly back to Miami after leaving Vegas, but when the NFL team's attorneys had finally faxed over the signed contracts which indicated they'd reached an agreement, he'd told Cantrell to book him on an afternoon flight to New England so that he could share the great news with his client in person.

Shane loved being a Sports Agent, and when he was, as his father William Reyes would say "wheeling and dealing", he was truly in his element. He had always loved sports when he was younger, and while he enjoyed watching the games, he discovered that he was more intrigued about the inner workings of discovering the talent. Shane got a serious adrenaline rush from negotiating to ensure that his clients were paid extremely well for their talents, and after representing hundreds of clients over the years, he'd become a very wealthy man. He'd developed somewhat of a reputation for negotiating huge contracts for his clients, and he took pride in that fact. Recently, he had been featured on the cover of Sports Illustrated magazine with his latest client who had signed close to one of the largest contracts in NFL history.

Before he'd flown to Vegas, Cantrell had walked into his office with a framed copy of the magazine cover, and a bottle of 2017 Chateau Lafite Rothschild, along with two long stemmed wine glasses. It was a tradition that she'd started when she'd became his assistant, and after he'd negotiated a large contract for one of his mid-west NHL clients. In the text that she'd sent with his updated itinerary, she'd mentioned that she'd have a bottle of the Rothschild chilled and waiting for him when he returned. Shane had chuckled and shook his head, because at well over a thousand dollars a bottle, and at the rate that he was going with securing large contracts for his clients, Shane was skirting the edges of becoming a damn alcoholic!

Shane glanced to the side and took in the beautiful side profile of Mackenzie Sutton as she sat next to him in the limo. When Mackenzie had called him that morning, Shane's pulse had sped up, and he'd developed an immediate erection at hearing her voice. The night before, when Shane had showered and tried to get some sleep, it was Mackenzie's face that he'd seen in his mind as he'd stroked himself until he'd found his release. Shane's orgasm had been one of the most intense that he'd ever had alone, and it had been so forceful that afterwards, he'd only had enough strength to clean himself up while still lying in bed. Shane had been so weak that he'd simply rolled over and was out like a light in seconds.

The next morning, Shane had awakened still naked, but totally rested and energized. He'd shaken his head at that fact because he couldn't recall the last time that he'd slept that well, especially without actually having sex. He'd fantasized about Mackenzie the night before and touching her as he'd made love to her had been so real, that his fingers damn near tingled with the urge to make the dream a reality. He'd climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Not waiting for the water to warm up, Shane stepped beneath the cool spray. He'd hoped the temperature of the water would distract him from his fantasy of making love to Mackenzie the night before, but it hadn't worked, and he felt himself hardening again. Shane had fought like hell not to jerk off again to the erotic images of Mackenzie that flashed through his mind, but he'd ultimately given in, and had damn near collapsed in the shower when his knees had almost buckled beneath him as he'd groaned her name minutes later.