Breathless #2 (The Breathless Romance Series - Book #2) by Claire Adams Page A

other
girls who flashed the players and just focusing on Johnny’s playing. The team
managed to make a comeback from a few points behind, and as Johnny kept his
attention on the game instead of on me, he made more and more inroads on the
scoreboard. By the end of the game, we had managed to eke out a win, though the
other team tried to keep us from gaining a lead. Johnny was just too good, as
was our goalie.
    Georgia and I waited behind at the locker rooms, and I
was relieved all over again when Johnny came straight to me after he finished
showering and changing, kissing me in front of everyone and holding me at his
side while he answered questions from the local and school newspapers. I didn’t
even glare at the girls screaming for him, but simply ignored them, happy to be
at his side, happy that I was the only girl he wanted. It was more than enough
for me, for now, and nothing that that nasty girl could possibly do could ever
make me doubt that Johnny was interested in me. I decided that I was going to
put the name Claire White out of my head forever, and never think of her again
in my life.

 
    Chapter
Nine
    I tried not to fidget in the passenger seat of
Johnny’s car as he drove us away from campus and down towards where my parents’
country club was. I had made an excuse not to be at their place for the whole
weekend, but when Johnny had been so willing to meet them and to go to dinner
with them; I hadn’t had any excuse to avoid the dinner. It wasn’t that I didn’t
want to spend time with my parents; it was that I was somehow certain that they
would both find reasons why I shouldn’t be with Johnny, and express their
disappointment in me.
    Johnny wasn’t at all like the guys that my parents
were constantly trying to set me up with. I had no idea even what his family
was like, really. I didn’t know whether he’d grown up middle class or poor, or
wealthy. I didn’t know if he was disgusted by wealthy people. What I didn’t
know about him suddenly seemed much greater than what I did know about him, and
I couldn’t help feeling a little panic; differently from when he had driven us
into the woods, but nonetheless a kind of deep, thrumming dread that filled me
up from head to toe.
    I had decided to wear a nice, comfortable dress—not
anything super fancy, but good enough for the club, with a gray sweater over
it, and a pair of low heels. When Johnny had come to the dorms to pick me up, I
was surprised by how cleaned up he was; he was wearing a suit, and it fit him
just perfectly, and his hair was brushed down smooth, his face was shaved, he
was every inch just what he should be. Climbing up into the truck, I thought
that at least my parents couldn’t fault him for looking good, or for dressing
appropriately. “I didn’t even know you owned a suit,” I’d said, kissing him
lightly on the lips.
    “For special occasions. I think this one I originally
got for my cousin’s wedding, and fortunately it still fits. I couldn’t show up
to meet your parents in a jersey, you know.”
    As we got closer and closer to my hometown, closer to
the club where my parents would be waiting for us, I felt my heart beating
faster and faster. “So,” I said, my throat and mouth dry. “I have to confess
something to you.” Johnny grinned.
    “Your parents didn’t actually invite me and you’re
springing me on them with no notice?” I laughed in spite of how terrified I
was.
    “No, actually; my mom absolutely insisted that I invite
you as soon as I mentioned I was seeing a guy.” Johnny grinned again.
    “And as soon as you told her I was the hottest guy
you’ve ever been with?” I blushed.
    “I might have told her about some of your… sterling
qualities.” I cleared my throat. “But no, that’s not what I have to confess. My
parents are rich.” I paused, shaking my head at how baldly that had come out.
    “Well they belong to a country club; I definitely
didn’t think they were on welfare or something.”