Page 25 of Obsessed with the Player

Not Nina and not any other person.

Shut up and let it go.

I knew I had to,neededto, as I glared in Dan’s direction with gritted teeth.

When I didn’t say anything, he huffed and took a few steps towards our apartment.

“Are you coming or what?”

We stared at each other again.

Tension thrummed.

We were just going to pretend none of this had happened. I could try and forget about this. I had to get over this.

It’s for the best.

9

Dan James

So Andy didn’twant to talk about what had happened at the stall? He was fine with pretending it hadn’t happened at all?

It was all fine by me. More than fine.

Excellent.

It would be that much easier to keep going with my life and pretend that Andy Jacobs, the cockiest guy I’d ever met in my life and shameless player, the guy I’d hated on sight and the one that still pushed my buttons on the daily, hadn’t given me the best orgasm of my life and that I’d enjoyed every minute of his mouth on my cock.

I could pretend I hadn’t been stupid enough to kiss him.

Stupid enough to watch in awe as he went to his knees.

And definitely not stupid enough to be upset that I would be never getting his cock in my mouth.

I mean, it was juststupid.

I glared at the computer in my office–Andy’s office–at the gym, not being able to see or process any numbers because I was too busy giving myself an internal pep talk–or rather, chastising myself.

I shouldn’t care that Andy wanted to go on with his life. It was just who he was. He was aplayerfor fuck’s sake, I’d alwaysknown this, he didn’t do repeats, he didn’t do relationships, and he sure as fuck didn’t linger for days on a stupid hookup.

I mean, why would he, right?

It was just me, Dan James, the guy he liked to pick on, the one he couldn’t stand. Stuck-up to his carefree, grumpy to his usual asshole sunshine, a twenty-four-year-old that usually behaved like he was in his forties instead of his twenties.

Why would his world have been turned upside down by a simple blow job?

My teeth ground against each other.

I stared outside the window that let me see the interior of the gym, where Andy was doing his rounds as per usual. He looked all tall, blond, strong, biceps in full display with his sleeveless t-shirt, the gaping wholes giving me a peek of his pecs, ready to kick ass and show the wannabe athletes here how things were done by an expert. He was wearing his hair up in a bun the way he used to back in college, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on that image for longer than I wanted them to.

As if magnetized, Andy’s eyes shifted their attention to fall tominefor a long, ruinous second, before I looked away and tried to re-focus on my work.

Just forget about it.

I was going to.

And I was going to move on this Friday night, since I was pretty sure we’d be going out again. It was part of our wordless pact that we would stick to the ‘lessons’ and the plan like nothing weird had happened.

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