Her Unexpected Valentine

“Ladies, our team captain has finally arrived,” Monty said to the group. Nicole glanced up after she finished tying her shoes. Kendrick. She’d seen him on and off set all week, but he’d barely made eye contact with her since they’d started working together.

As he dapped fists and exchanged hugs with the crew, Nicole took the time to observe him in a way she hadn’t been able to all week. He was wearing dark jeans and a beige long-sleeved button-up that would look simple on any other man, but not Kendrick. On Kendrick, the simple outfit looked a lot better than it should.

She didn’t think it was possible, but he looked even sexier than he had the first night they’d met. And apparently, a lot of the women in the crew felt the same way. She’d walked in on several conversations in the kitchenette of women discussing how great Kendrick looked in his rugged, yet classic, style. Or how easy he was to talk to about their man problems, and that his advice was extremely helpful. It seemed that everyone liked being around Kendrick, and he was friends with most of the crew. Except me... Her feelings would probably be more hurt if another reoccurring topic people discussed about Kendrick wasn’t the fact that he strict rules about dating anyone in the television and film industry. Apparently, quite a few women had tried to get him to change that rule and failed. So instead of being the guy every woman set their sights on dating, every woman aimed to at least maintain a friendship with him. Too bad she couldn’t get anything past a “hello” or “goodbye.”

“Are you doing okay?” Angelica asked as she approached.

“Yeah, I’m doing good. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Anytime,” Angelica said. “Do you like bowling?”

“Actually, I’m pretty good at it. I was in a bowling league in high school and college. Even a little after college before I decided to focus on my career. I have my own bowling ball and shoes, but I left them back home in Miami.”

“You’re a bowler,” Angelica said enthusiastically. “As in, you were in leagues and therefore really great at it?”

Nicole squinted her eyes. “Um, yeah. I guess that’s what I’m saying.”

Angelica rose from her seat. “Don’t be so confident, boys.” She pulled Nicole from her seat so fast that she almost tripped over one of her shoes that she’d just changed from. “We have a semipro on our hands. Nicole is going to be our team captain, and I hope you know that you’re going down!”

“Oh, no no no no,” Nicole stammered. “I’m not a semipro. Not even close. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a good bowler, but I don’t need to be team captain.”

“Relax,” Angelica said. “This is all in fun and games, but if you must know, the women have lost to the men the past three times we’ve bowled, and they won’t let us forget it. I’m not trying to pressure you, but we could use a win or at the least give them a run for their money.”

Nicole followed Angelica to where the other women were standing. They all looked at Nicole expectantly.

“Okay,” Nicole said with a sigh. “I’ll be team captain, but first we need to strategize the order we list the players.”

Angelica gave her a wide-eyed stare. “Picking the order of players takes strategy?”

“Yes, it does. For example, we may want a midlevel bowler to go first to start us off right. Then our weaker players in the middle. Our closers—meaning those who bowl well—will be at the end. So, who’s on what level?”

Nicole glanced around at the other women, who were wearing the same look on their faces as Angelica.

“Okay,” Angelica said. “I’m midlevel, so I’ll go first. And you’re our pro, so you go last.” The other women nodded in agreement.

“Okay, that works. Does anyone know how to throw a good hook?” Nicole asked.

“I do,” said Britt, one of the writers for the commercial series. “I take self-defense classes, and one of the first things they teach you is how to throw a good left or right hook.”

Nicole laughed. “I meant a bowling hook. It’s a technique you use to bowl the ball.”

“Oh,” Britt said in disappointment. “I can’t even throw a curve ball. I once tried and ended up knocking down pins two lanes over.”

“No worries. Anyone else have any bowling skills?”

Each woman sheepishly looked to the floor. Although Nicole took her bowling games seriously, all she could do was laugh. She was sure it sounded like she was speaking a foreign language.

“We’ll make it work,” Nicole said. “Before we start, I’ll give each of you a few pointers.” She couldn’t turn them into good bowlers in ten minutes, but she could at least teach them the basics.

* * *

She’s beating me, Kendrick thought as he waited for Nicole to bowl on her lane before he took his turn on his. Even though she was beating him only by fifteen points, she was still winning, and that fact only made him more intrigued.

“Staring at my ass isn’t going to help you bowl better,” Nicole said with her back still to him. The laugh he released was so loud, he was sure he drew the attention of the rest of the crew. Hell, he and Nicole were practically the entire show since they were the only true bowlers on both teams.

“I beg to differ,” he said, ignoring the warning bells he’d been hearing all week when it came to Nicole. “I think staring at your ass will definitely help me bowl better.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder with a sneaky smirk on her face. They were on the seventh frame, and both were the last to bowl on each team. Until now, they had been shooting discreet glances at each other, but neither had voiced anything aloud. As they neared the end of the game, it seemed all bets were off.

“Try not to look,” she said quietly so only he could hear. He would have asked her what she meant by that, only he found out seconds later when she bent over a little farther than necessary, giving him a great view of her butt in her jeans. He shouldn’t have been staring, but he was a man, after all, and when a man saw a nice ass, he looked. Period.

“Your turn,” she said after bowling a strike. She unzipped the crop jacket she’d been wearing, revealing her tight tank and beautiful round breasts. Shit. He knew she had a pair of delicious breasts, but he had yet to see them on display the way they were now. He didn’t even have to look back at the other men to see if they were admiring her figure, as well.

That wasn’t the only thing that caught his attention. Nicole had three visible tattoos, one of which was on her breast.

“That’s it, girl. Show him what you’re working with,” Angelica yelled from her seat. Nicole laughed, the sound tickling his ears in the best way. Despite her best attempt to distract him, he bowled a strike.

“She’s still ahead,” Monty whispered when he and Nicole were almost up again. “You have to find a way to distract her because she’s only hitting strikes and spares.”

Kendrick glanced at Nicole and caught her staring at him. She raised her drink, obviously satisfied with the fact that she was beating him. Damn, she even looks good sitting there doing nothing. Her curls were pulled up on both sides and flowing down her back in the middle. The curly Mohawk style fitted her personality and tonight she was sporting a bright purple lipstick that matched a design in the jacket she had taken off. Kendrick had never really paid attention to lip colors before, but Nicole’s lips commanded his undivided attention.

When Monty announced that it was time for them to go, Kendrick had a thought. If she likes tats, maybe it’s time I show off a couple of mine. One thing Kendrick rarely did was show off his tats in a work setting. However, this was technically a gathering of friends he happened to work with. Besides, he’d been to a pool party with a few of them before, so it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen.

Before he stepped up to the lane, he removed his button-up, leaving him in a white short-sleeved tee. May not seem like much, but he had a couple tattoos that were known to get a lot of attention, especially from others in the tattoo community. Just as he’d predicted, Nicole’s eyes roamed over his arms in admiration.

Kendrick stepped up to the lane and bowled another spare, so his only hope in catching up to Nicole was if she didn’t bowl a strike or spare. He turned around in time to catch her biting her lower lip as she continued to observe him. Got her, he thought as he walked toward her.

Leaning close to her ear, he lowered his voice. “Try not to drool too hard, sweetie. You wouldn’t want to slip and fall when you take your turn.”

“Boy, please,” she said, slapping his arm. “You’re not all that.”

“Oh, really, I’m not?” He met her eyes. “Because just a few seconds ago, you were undressing me with your eyes. Unless I imagined it, you bit your bottom lip in a way that proved you liked what you saw.”

“I bit my lip because I was contemplating my next move, not because I was admiring you. I’m surprised you didn’t trip over that big ego when you took your turn.”

Instead of responding, his eyes dropped to her lips. “That color looks nice on you. Some women can’t pull off bright lipstick, but you make it look sexy.”

She gasped, apparently caught off guard by the compliment. “Uh, thanks. It’s one of my favorites.”

He lifted her chin, bringing her lips closer to his eyes. “I can see why. It’s hard not to stare at your lips when they look so delicious. Reminds me of cotton candy.”

“That’s funny,” she said, a little breathless. “Because this happens to be flavored lipstick and the flavor is cotton candy.”

Crap. Time to backpeddle. “You shouldn’t have said that.”

She smirked. “You shouldn’t be standing this close.”

“You shouldn’t have given me a reason to be this close.” His hand dropped from her chin.