unbiased, they’ll throw out anything she says. And they may or may not give you another chance.”
“I’ve been with them for seven years,” I tell him stoutly. “They owe me some loyalty.”
Shorty levels a gaze at me. “They’re showing loyalty now by giving you this courtesy and you know it.”
He’s got a point. They would be well within their rights to void my contract on my inability to perform right now.
“So, keep it in your pants,” he finishes his lecture.
“Fine,” I say between gritted teeth.
Shorty smiles. “I love you though, man.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re a pussy.”
“If by that you mean that I like pussy, then yes. And that chick in there… she looks like she has a hell of a pussy.”
Something about the way he says that annoys me. It rubs me the wrong way, and I don’t know why. I’ve never cared what he said about anyone before.
But Sophie… the ways she smiles so innocently, yet feistily.
The way she felt when I pulled her against me in the pool.
“Dude, she’s off-limits,” I tell him hotly.
He shoots me a look.
“For you. Not for me.”
“Fuck you,” I say. “You don’t get her, either.”
He stares at me curiously. “Why do you care? You can’t have her anyway.”
I see her perfect ass in my memory.
“I don’t know. But you’re not having her.”
He shrugs. “Whatever.” He heads for the door, but pauses. “Honestly, you wouldn’t want her anyway. She’s got a stick up her ass, from what I’ve heard. Catholic schoolgirl, but not in the good slutty way. She’s practically got a lock on her pussy.”
“Says who?”
“Everyone who’s worked with her. She’s a bitch, man. Just stay on her good side.”
He disappears out the door, and I’m left pondering.
A bitch?
I don’t get that from her.
She didn’t kiss like a bitch.
Thinking about her wet mouth and soft lips makes me hard. Thinking about that mouth circling the tip of my dick makes me even harder.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I glance at it.
It’s Shorty.
Just thought of something. Do whatever it takes to keep her happy. If that means fucking the ice queen, then do it. If you can. Hahaha. #ChallengeOffered
I roll my eyes. Challenge Accepted. And only women and douchebags use hashtags.
He answers immediately. #Dickhead
I have to laugh, and slide my phone into my pocket. But seriously.
This is a sticky situation. It could go well or terrible for me.
But one thing I learned on the field- is to listen to my instincts.
They won’t fail me.
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M y instincts seem to suck with this woman.
I thought she’d be into me after our kiss in the pool, and that like most other women I’ve encountered, she’d be waiting to spend more time with me.
Not so.
She hasn’t come out of her room this afternoon.
What the hell is up with that?
So, I load up some old clips, ones that I know I look badass in, and watch them. I want to make sure I’m in a positive light when she finally comes out. Limping around sort of chips away at my sexy edge.
But after an hour of watching clips, she still hasn’t emerged.
So finally, I decide to just be blunt.
I walk to her door and knock on it.
It takes her a minute, but when she answers the door, she’s in a t-shirt and shorts, and her hair is mussed.
“Sorry, I was napping,” she says and her voice is husky with sleep. I want to grab her and inhale her neck, because I know it will smell soft and feminine and beautiful.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Um. I didn’t know you were sleeping. I was just wondering what you wanted for dinner?”
“You think about food a lot,” she points out.
“I have a big appetite,” I shrug. “For everything.” I look her straight in the eye, and just like I figured, she blushes.
“About earlier…” she starts to say. “I… I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not,” I offer. She smiles.
“Of course not,” she mutters. “How about Mexican for dinner?”
And then