The Billionaire’s Girlfriend Bet - Leslie North Page 0,2
of the trainers, but somehow, on her, it looked far more attractive than usual. Maybe it was the way her curves filled out the uniform, or the way her lips quirked up into a smile as her gaze washed over him.
Whatever it was, Blake was into it. And he could barely remember where he’d placed his voice.
“I wouldn’t have caught a fly ball to the head if you hadn’t dropped a bomb on me right before you threw it,” Blake protested finally, sending a glare to Daniel.
“Details, details,” Daniel said, waving the accusation away.
“Well, luckily, it doesn’t look too serious,” the brunette bombshell said, propping a hand on her hip. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned toward him, checking out the side of his face. Blake felt his cheeks heating up, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the injury or her sizzling cerulean gaze.
“So he’s gonna live?” Grayson asked, clapping a hand on Blake’s shoulder.
“He should, as long as he stays away from more fly balls and whatever sort of bombs you two like to drop,” the trainer teased, her gaze lingering on Blake. “I need to go grab some stuff from the first aid closet. I’ll be right back to fix you up.”
“What’s your name?” Daniel asked.
“Michelle,” she said, smiling at Daniel before swinging her gaze back to Blake. “And I would ask for your names, except I already know.”
“Oh. Do our reputations precede us?” Grayson asked.
“Indeed.” She grinned over her shoulder as she walked off. “I’ll be right back.”
The three friends watched her walk away into the first aid closet. Once the door clanged shut behind her, Daniel turned to Blake with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I think we’ve determined who you should be taking out on the dates for the bet.”
Blake propped his hands on his hips, looking between both his best friends as the same smirk crossed both their faces. “Oh, come on. She works for me!”
“But she doesn’t report to you,” Grayson said. “And she’s willing to tease you, so it doesn’t look like she’s intimidated by you.”
Blake rolled his eyes. “Why her? Out of literally everyone else you could have picked?”
“Because this is what the courts have chosen,” Grayson said, crossing his arms over his chest. “A bet’s a bet. Unless you’d rather some other second-string DJ attend your nightclub opening…”
Blake exhaled forcefully. “I hate you guys.”
Daniel’s grin widened. “We know that’s code for ‘love.’”
Blake groaned. “Fine. I’ll do it. But you know what?” He jabbed a finger toward Daniel. “I need to see some proof that DJ Fiesta is coming. Immediately.”
“Consider it done. You want me to have him give you a call? Leave a personalized voicemail?”
“Oh, like one of those celebrity greetings,” Grayson said, “where Susan Sarandon calls and says happy birthday.”
Daniel snorted. “Susan Sarandon?”
“Well, whoever you consider a celebrity,” Grayson clarified.
“I don’t care what you do. I just need proof. And let it be known, this is the stupidest thing you two have ever had anyone do in the name of winning a bet,” Blake went on, looking at Grayson. “Even stupider than when you bet Daniel that he and Jackie couldn’t last as a couple to the end of your wedding events.”
“I didn’t bet that,” Grayson said. “You and I bet that.”
“But this is stupider because she could be married for all we know. And then what?”
“I didn’t see a ring,” Daniel said.
“Me neither,” Grayson confirmed.
Blake sighed, rubbing at his face just as Michelle breezed out of first aid closet. Her brilliant blue eyes snagged him again as she walked toward them.
He could at least credit his friends with picking one of the hottest women he’d seen in recent history. And this was in her work clothes.
Still, the absurdity of this impromptu bet gnawed at him. But DJ Fiesta…
“Hey, Michelle, while you’re patching up our friend, we just wondered if you come across many other bachelor business owners who get knocked in the head during a regular day?”
Blake steeled his jaw as he sent daggers to Daniel. These guys were worse than brothers sometimes with the ways they teased and mocked him. It was one thing when they were alone, but did they have to do it in front of other people? Michelle laughed, lilting and breezy. It took the edge off his irritation.
“Not too many. Most of the guys I tend to are top athletes with shin splints and stress fractures.”
“Interesting,” Grayson said, crossing his arms as Michelle began cleaning the wound on Blake’s face. Blake