Page 54 of The Way We Dance

Ty

Ipressed CALL when I got in my car and waited for the bluetooth to connect to my phone. When I heard her voice come over the speaker, I smiled.

"Hello?" It was definitely a question, as if she knew who was calling, just wasn't sure why I was calling.

"Hey Miss Priss, how are ya?"

"Is this a booty call?"

I almost swerved off the road, taken by surprise at her direct words.

"Um, no?" Hell, now I was asking my own questions. Was this a booty call? I didn't intend for it to be but if she told me to come over, I would. Even though I said I couldn't go over there anymore, I was lying through my teeth—even to myself. At the time, I had just been running on adrenaline.

"Then how can I help you, Mr. Black?"

"Are you back to that already? I literally had my dick inside of you not even 24 hours ago. It amazes me how quickly you can swap personalities."

"I have been working all day," she said by way of explanation. I got what she was doing and why she presented herself the way she did. I just didn't want to be on the receiving end of it anymore. I wanted wild Giselle. I wanted access to the Giselle that rolled her eyes and hid behind couches with me.

Which led me to my next thought. "I think I bruised my ankle leaping over your couch this morning."

"That actually explains a lot and leads to more questions all at the same time."

"Yeah? How so?"

"Mr. Peyton texted me and said you were limping. Of course he wondered if it had happened in class. Not to worry, I did not tell him about your fall."

"I didn’t fall, it was more of a sauter."

"As impressed as I am with your use of ballet terminology, you most definitely fell. Like…..sacked.”

I let out a laugh and hit my steering wheel for good measure. "Sacked?"

"That is ‘football’ for backward," she deadpanned.

I didn't correct her, she wasn't completely wrong, I guess. Giselle was starting to get pretty irresistible. She tried so hard to put on a facade but when it slipped, it was like hitting the promise land.

That was why I called her tonight. I knew I wouldn't see her until Sunday and I fucking missed her. I wanted to hear her say something uppity so I could knock her back down with some vapid commentary. It was my new favorite thing to do.

"You looking forward to the game Sunday?" I smirked at myself knowing she wasn’t.

"Yes, Mr. Peyton offered me better tickets than you did, so I am looking forward to that."

I stiffened and pressed my foot on the pedal a little harder. Was I going to have to kick Coach's ass? Shit I didn’t want to, but I would. He would probably put up a serious fight because Coach was no slouch, but when it came to him trying to trump me with Giselle, I would have the upper-hand.

Fuck.

Now I was not only calling her on a Friday night, but I was mentally kicking my coach's ass for her. What the hell was wrong with me? Was the sex that good?

Fuck yeah it was, my dick said quietly.

It was more than that, though. I actually liked Giselle, even her pretentious side. Maybe even because of her pretentious side.

"OK that’s cool," I finally said, my voice catching unconvincingly.

Giselle must have heard it too because she started laughing uncontrollably.

"Just joking. He invited me but I told him you had already given me tickets."

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