Page 2 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #2)

"Aww... haha." I fake a laugh, though I'm hoping that he doesn't somehow recognize me as being the youngest sibling of the Carrington family.

I've grown up as the child of billionaires, and I know how many people view me as a way to access that money, even though I don't have any real money myself.

People don't know that. Or they don't care.

That's one of the reasons why I've always loved Sabrina, even though I felt like she always tried too hard to let me know she wasn't interested in my money.

There were times I'd wished that she'd accept my parents’ help because it would have made her life easier.

"I feel that. I barely have any money myself. "

"I guess that's why we're both in this line." He nods and looks around. "Actually, it looks like you can move up a bit.”

“Oops, yeah, I can," I say, noticing the glaring faces of the line behind him, who were not happy that I'd let a couple of feet get between me and the girls in front of me.

I only hope that Suki and Helen show up soon so they can stand with me in the line.

I didn't want people to complain about them cutting in line, which I knew would happen if the line got even longer without them showing up.

I shuffle forward quickly. "Sorry, everyone.

" I offer an apologetic smile to those behind me.

"I was just waiting for my two friends to join me.

They are hurrying from the train station.

" I roll my eyes. "Can't stand late people, right?

" I laugh awkwardly, but no one laughs in response.

I had hoped to get in front of the pushing and complaints by saying that my friends were almost here, but I didn't even know if that was true.

"Tough crowd." Blondie offers me a warm smile. "I'm Ell—Darren." He gives me his hand, and I reach over to shake it.

"Samantha," I say, shaking his hand. I'm not sure why I gave him a false name, but for some reason, I don't want him to know who I am. He's cute and looks friendly enough, but I can't help but think that there's a possibility that he's a gold-digger. "Nice to meet you, Darren."

"Nice to meet you, as well. I didn't forget my name by the way," he says quickly, running his hand through his floppy blond hair again and brushing it away from his vibrant blue eyes.

He offers me his perfect white smile again, and I just smile.

It's starting to annoy me how often he plays with his hair.

Cut it if it's falling in your eyes too much , I think.

"My last name is umm, Ellen…ton. It's Ellenton, and with my job, I often go by my last name, so I was about to say that first, but then I remembered I wasn't at work and should likely offer my first name first, which is.

.." He blinks as he pauses and scratches his cheek, calling attention to his prominent cheekbones.

The man could be a model if he wanted to be.

I wondered what his job was, but I didn't dare ask.

I was afraid he'd say something like wannabe rapper, and I'd had enough of those in my life to never want anything to do with a struggling musician again.

"Cool, I get it," I say as we shift forward again. "So, are you into Broadway shows, then?"

"Not really, but my mom is coming up from Iowa next week, and she really wants to see Denzel Washington in Othello, and I completely forgot until my dad just reminded me, so here I am." He chuckles. "Son of the year right here."

"I mean, at least you're in line now." I smile at him. "That means something."

"What about you?" He looks me up and down. "Theater geek?"

I'm not sure if I'm flattered by his words or not.

They don't seem like a compliment, but maybe he's trying to say that I look like a Hollywood star, but he just doesn't have a way with words.

I think that's highly unlikely, seeing as he's so good-looking, but maybe he's used to never having to really carry on a conversation.

I know there are men who had so many women after them that they barely had to do a thing.

Kinda like my brothers. Especially Miles, who is the middle child.

He is accustomed to getting whatever he wants, especially women, who constantly seem to be throwing themselves all over him.

Not that he doesn't have a way with words, though. He is as slick as they come. I still envy my brothers’ absolute confidence, and I wish that I were born with the I'm hot and I know it gene that they both seem to have inherited.

"I mean, I do enjoy the theater. That's why I'm in the line.

" I realize that my comment may sound a little too sarcastic, so I throw in a light laugh.

I'm pleased to see that Darren doesn't seem taken aback.

"I never wanted to be on the stage or anything, though.

I don't think I have the look or the voice or the dance moves.

Aside from in the shower, then I'm killing it. "

"I think we all kill it in the shower." He shifts a little closer to me. "Maybe one day we can check out how good we both are."

I swallow at his words. Did this man just hit on me? Did he just infer that we should shower together? Or am I overthinking it? I like a confident man and I love flirting, but I really wish that he would have asked me on a date before insinuating we get naked together.

"Well, I think that..." My voice trails off, and I am not sure how to respond.

"Erica, there you are.... I'm so sorry I'm late.

" Suki rushes over to me, and I let out a huge sigh of relief.

There's an impish smile on her face as she looks at me and then at Darren.

"Who's the cutie pie?" Her eyes rove over his body like he's the Statue of David, and I nudge her quickly to stop her from being so obvious.

Yes, he's gorgeous, but she doesn't have to make us seem so desperate.

She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing.

"Wait, do I know you?" she asks finally, and then she looks him over again. "How do I know you?"

"I don't know." He offers her a disarming smile. "Maybe we've walked past each other in the street or something."

"Hmm." She frowns. "What's your name? Ell? Elias, Cass, or something like that?"

"Nope, not even close." He holds out his hand. "I'm Darren. Nice to meet you."

"Suki," she says with a smile and shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you, too, Darren. I guess I was just confused." She looks back over at me. "Helena is getting us some coffee." She pulls out her phone. "You will never believe who just texted me."

"Oh, who?" I ask her, trying not to be too disappointed that she'd completely interrupted my conversation with Darren. I was hoping he and I would get to the flirting or exchanging numbers stage, but now that Suki is here, I don't know if he would even be interested in continuing a conversation with me at this point. I can’t imagine I’m his type.