6. Cassi

six

Cassi

" S o, what happened at Girls' Night?" Heidi might only be eighteen, but she is wise beyond her years.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I've pieced a lot of it together." I grab my notebook from the coffee table. Since I stepped out of my bathroom after showering to find all three of the guys gone, I started writing down everything I could remember from the night before.

I rattle off everything from the kitchen when they asked me to be their sports agent to playing a drinking game with Fin and Talen, throwing myself at each of them, and waking up with them sleeping on my floor this morning.

"Wow, that's a lot to process. And you're sure none of them took advantage of you? And did you really quote the movie Top Gun?"

I'm pretty sure." They were so darn cute when they were half asleep on my floor worried that they were going to wake me up, I can't image they would take advantage of anyone. "I'm positive nothing happened, and I'm also positive I quoted Top Gun." I cringe at the memory.

"Okay, fine. If nothing happened, what are you going to say to them tomorrow? Aren't you meeting with them to discuss the possibility of you taking them on as clients?"

Shoot, she's right. How can I look them in the eyes tomorrow while staying professional after I threw myself at them and now that I know how long and hard their cocks felt against my lace-covered pussy as I ground on them in my drunken attempt to seduce them. "That's simple. I'll have the contract ready for them. All they'll have to do is take it to their lawyer and then sign it. They'll only be in my office for ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops."

Heidi quirks an eyebrow, not saying a word. But that look says it all. She doesn't believe it will be that easy to sweep Friday night's little incident under the rug.

Giving her my own version of an eyebrow raise, I launch into the solid defense of my strategy, "Look, all they really want from me is my negotiating skills, not my bedroom skills." I inwardly laugh at the idea. I can't remember the last time I had sex unless you count a vibrator as having sex. Because then my answer would be twice this morning and a few times yesterday as I try to quelch my body's desire for three guys I can never have. "It's actually a win-win situation. The more player I have on the Norse team, the stronger I can make all their contracts."

Heidi lowers her eyebrow with a sigh, "Is it really all about the money? Don't you want to find happiness—even love?"

Her words hit home, and visions of a future with Dalton, Ace, and Maverick pop into my head. No, that isn't the life for me. My life is reserved for my clients and all the money I make for them.

"First, there is no love life in my line of work. To survive, you have to crush the competition." At least, that's the advice my single mother gave me growing up.

My father left us when I was only five. I barely remember him. My mom said he wasn't strong enough to hold onto a woman who wielded as much power as she did. My mom started her own talent agency with her brother back in the day. The company took off with all the child stars needing representation.

My mom was responsible for some of the most high-profile child stars from the nineties and two thousands. Their success only fueled her desire to be the top agent in the world, leaving little room for her to love anyone.

One day, my dad had had enough. He packed his bag and never looked back—not even for his five-year-old daughter, who wanted to be an Olympic ice skater—a silly dream for a silly girl, as my mom always said.

It wasn't until her power and greed destroyed her relationship with my uncle that I realized her motives were spawned by an illness that she was able to hide from those who loved her. That same illness claimed her life ten years ago.

"Cassi, are you okay?"

I shake my head, trying to clear the ghosts of another lifetime out of my thoughts, "I'm fine." I paste on a smile and continue our conversation. "So, enough about me. Tell me why you were whispering into the phone yesterday morning when I called you."

Heidi's skin tone changes from a warm glow to a sickly ashen color. "Um, no reason. I didn't want to wake up my roommate."

Being a sports agent, I am good at reading people, and I can guarantee that Heidi shifted her eyes to the left when she answered me, hiding something. Not wanting to make her more uncomfortable than she already is, I change the subject.

"So, I hear you and Gemma are working on some new outfits to go along with the new choreography." I take a sip of my honey and chamomile tea while I listen to Heidi excitedly tell me about her new role with the Minnesota Norse Ice Girls cheer squad.

I don't know much about fashion or dance, but I'll listen to anything right now if it helps me forget about Dalton, Ace, and Maverick.