False Start (Mavericks #1)(5)

By: Julianna Marley


“It’s great to finally meet you, Mr. Monaghan,” she said, miraculously forming words. Gorgeous or not, this man was a client and she had a level of professionalism to uphold. Extending her hand she looked back at Jax watching her closely, her perfectly manicured hand hanging between them. Shifting under his scrutiny, everyone watched him as slow seconds ticked by before he reached his strong hand to finally link hers. The amount of hot blood running through her arm was almost crippling as his entire hand devoured hers, his long fingers spreading past her rapidly beating pulse.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still watching her. “I just didn’t expect you to be the woman I’ve been talking to all month.”

Tell me about it.

Wait.

What did that mean?

“I mean, I expected someone different,” he corrected quickly.

Everyone fell silent, the smooth violin music circling around them as he shook his head once more and she couldn’t help but smile. Definitely not a pompous ass. Sinful as all hell, but also kind of adorable.

“I’m sorry. Can we start over?” he asked, grinning to reveal startling dimples she just now discovered gracing both sides of his face, one larger than the other. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Moore. This place looks amazing,” his eyes searched her body, “And so do you.”

Humming under her breath Chelsea grinned as Trevor rolled his eyes.

“Thank you. But you can call me Liv,” she said, surprising herself that she was still holding his gaze because she could not take her eyes off this man. He was too mesmerizing and too big and for some crazy reason that she didn’t want to question, he was looking at her as if she were the only woman in the room. Which was absolutely ridiculous because the ballroom was filling quickly with young, beautiful women who were all looking at him with the same intensity that he was looking at her right now.

“When do we eat?” Trevor grumbled breaking the silence.

“Now,” she said quickly, coming out of her hazy stupor reluctantly pulling her hand away from Jax’s firm grip, which still didn’t stop the heat from racing up her arm or the flutter in her stomach. Smiling, she excused herself from the three of them, but not without stealing another quick peek up into Jax’s emerald eyes. Gosh, they were so green. Making her way towards the kitchen, she felt a little more unbalanced than she had when she arrived. It would have been nice if she were a little more prepared to meet the king of the entire male species. Although stepping through the double doors, she couldn’t help but smile softly to herself. Maybe Ross was right. Maybe the night would turn out to be great after all.



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Idiot.

Taking a long draw of his Corona, Jax watched his gorgeous new event planner disappeared into the kitchen. Shaking his head, he assessed the room. He never had a problem talking to any woman.

Ever.

But he also hadn’t expected her. They had spoken a few times over the past couple of weeks and he had learned quickly that she was all business. But if he knew the planning schematics were coming from the sweet little mouth of that woman, he would have made for damn sure he was more involved.

But that still didn’t mean he wanted to be here.

There would be no other reason for him to be at a stuffy, over the top dinner, the exact kind of party he hated, dressed in a monkey suit and chatting it up with the National Football League’s commissioner, than for his charity. It was important to give back to the community that had already given him so much support, he knew that, but he would have much rather preferred to donate a large sum of money and visit the center a few times a year, especially a center that helped both women and children living in unsafe living conditions obtain new homes and support. But his agent had convinced him that it would be great publicity if the community saw the new quarterback giving back. Not that he gave a damn about publicity or exposure, but the amount of money he could donate would be nothing compared to the amount of contributions the center could receive from some of the wealthiest people in the city.

Being grilled by another local newspaper columnist about his charity of choice and his intentions for the upcoming season, he was rewarded with another glimpse of his event planner urging guests to take their seats for dinner.

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