Stealing Home

Chapter Five

OLIVIA

Have you ever been in a situation you didn't know how to get out of? Like you're watching yourself from up above, and you're SCREAMING at yourself to do something, but you can't do anything about it? Does that even make sense?

All I know is that I'm standing here, next to these three men who are talking over each other, trying to get my attention and all I can think about is getting the hell away from them, going into the club and shaking my ass until my whole body aches. I don't have many opportunities to let loose and I wasn't going to let these three idiots stop me. The only problem was that they weren't getting any of my hints. Not body language, not being uninterested, nothing was stopping them from grabbing my hand and telling me I was gorgeous and too good to be here. I didn't need some random hitting on me to understand my self worth. I knew that I was prettier than normal, as conceited as that sounds, and I knew that I had an attractive body. I worked out and ate right, did what I had to do to maintain my figure and it showed.

But tonight? I couldn't care less about being the "Good Girl Olivia". I wanted to be free. To let loose and to feel the sound of the bass in the club running through my veins with a drink in my hand and someone grinding on me from behind. These were the things I never got away with. I would never let someone see me vulnerable and there was no way in hell that I would be improper when I was around coworkers, but what's the point of working with a group of sexy baseball players when you can't enjoy them? Right...?

As I'm deep in thought I don't manage to comprehend that Milo, the second baseman for the Bears, had come and stood next to me to get the random guys to leave.

"Hey, I could tell that they were buggin' ya," He says with an adorable southern accent. "Let's go inside okay?". He's been married to his high school sweetheart now for about 3 years and he and I clicked as soon as I was hired onto the team. Unlike most of the other guys here who just want to find a girl to go home with, he's a big fan of music and apparently loves going out when he's able to find the time.

I nod at him and turn to join the others. I made a mental note to thank Milo with a drink once we were inside and I felt like I was relaxing more.

The club was full, but not overly packed like some low-end places try and do to get more money. I can see the rest of the guys in the V.I.P section up a beautiful spiral flight of stairs. Milo grabs my hand to help steady me through the sea of people dancing while we make our way to the others.

He glances back and me to make sure I'm okay, which I assume is because he has a "brotherly" vibe to him. He's cute and a hell of a ball player, but you can tell that his heart is one-hundred-percent his wives. They are always texting and calling each other and she goes to every single home game they have. They've been featured in countless magazines as the "It" couple, or "#goals" if you will.

After pushing and shoving our way through the endless amount of dancing and sweaty bodies we finally make our way to our VIP section. Most of the guys have a drink in their hands which looks like Whiskey,with the already empty bottle taken out of the ice bucket and sitting on the booth behind them. I scan the other people in the VIP section around us and my eyes are locked on a familiar face.

Paxton.

He's sitting down in the booth with his drink in his hand, a devilish grin on his face and hunger in his eyes. He's looking at me like a wolf stalks their prey.

I have no idea what to do. My hands are profusely sweating and my legs are going to give out if he keeps looking at me like that. I try and look away, to do anything to not think about the gorgeous man looking at me, but I can't help myself. My body decieves me and I suddenly get a spirt of confidence I didn't know I had. But instead of going over to him, I do something completely out of my element. I wink at him, grab myself a drink and start swaying to the music.