Page 4 of Dangerous Play

“I will make myself invisible,” my friend offered, pushing the beer in my hand and leaving us. “Enjoy, Cap!”

“Now, you have my attention.” Ivy grinned at me. “I thought you are the infamous playboy of Hillview.”

“Technically, that title always belonged to Dex.” I smirked. “My best friend. Right now, I’m committed to soccer so I don’t have time for flings or any of those things. You know… I’m the captain.”

“I figured that out.” Her face lit up. “Are you celibate?”

“No,” I replied way too eagerly. “I’m not opposed to sex. I just can’t do the whole ‘you said you will call but you didn’t’ bullshit the next morning.”

“Ah, you want the easy way out,” she concluded. “The happy ending without the strings.”

I shrugged. “Does that make me sounds like a bad guy?”

“Not as bad as most guys in Westpoint. At least you are honest and upfront about it.”

“Now that we established that, you game?” I wiggled my brows suggestively.

She gave me her best poker face, a clearly unimpressed expression that would have made anyone else drop their charming act and smile. But not me.

“You can start by buying me a drink,” Ivy suggested, crossing her arms. Her hoodie smoothed over the curve of her boobs, making my throat run dry. “Even the non-decent guys buy drinks first.”

I flashed her my sweetest smile. “Where are my manners? Ivy, can I invite you for a drink?”

A chuckle escaped her, as she tried to keep a straight face. “Yes, Max, I would like a Long Island Iced Tea.”

“Coming right up.” I winked and pushed my way toward the bartender.

Ivy’s sweet and fruity scent followed me. I softly gripped her wrist and pulled her in front of me, keeping my hands on her shoulders, guiding her as we made our way through the stuffy bar.

My original plan for the night that involved sticking it to Westpoint for winning faded and my sole focus shifted to Ivy. I was curious about her, I wanted to know why she was letting her sister date a jerk, when she clearly cared about her, and also everything she knew about said jerk.

Did that make me an asshole? Probably.

Did Ivy look like she wanted to hook up with me? Not a chance.

So, it was safe to conclude, we were just keeping each other company.

“Hey.” I leaned on the bar, my hand still on Ivy’s shoulders. “A Long Island Iced Tea, please.”

The bartender, who must have been a college student, based on his messy hair and wrinkled white T-shirt, nodded and proceeded to mix her cocktail.

Tapping my watch, I paid and then motioned toward the exit. “Shall we get some fresh air?”

Ivy nodded, reaching for her drink, but I pulled it higher, out of her grasp.

“I got it, lead the way.”

She guided us through the sea of people, and I groaned, “Finally,” as I dropped on the curb of the road, next to the bar.

Chuckling, she sat beside me, crossing her legs at her ankles.

“Are you okay with sitting on the sidewalk?”

She gave me the side-eye as she lifted her drink to her lips. Before, I didn’t even notice the shimmering pink lipstick on her plump lips. “I wouldn’t have led the way, if that was the case.”

“Got it, babe.”

Ivy’s eyes fluttered closed as she sipped, her lips wrapping around the paper straw making me wonder how those lips would feel wrapped around my cock.

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