Page 39 of Puck Princess

“Yes, ma’am.”

He lays back on the table, looking up at me as I do my damnedest to look unaffected. To look like every breath he takes in my presence isn’t suffocating me.

Once he is laying down, I massage his legs. “They don’t feel very tight to me.”

“Well, now that you’re touching me, I think you’re too low.” A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, and I fight the urge to punch him in the dick.

At least if I got fired for crossing a line with a player again, it would be worth it.

“We’re gonna head out,” Lance says. “And Santos, don’t waste Callie’s time. She’s the best PT around, and we want to keep her.”

“Don’t worry, guys. I don’t want to lose her, either.”

A moment later, they disappear, taking all my sense of security with them. As soon as the door closes behind them, I yank my hands off of him and stumble back.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand.

“Trying to work out this stiffness in my bottom half, but you’re not finding where I need you most.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it!”

Spencer sits up, stretching his arms over his head like he’s trying to remind me that he’s twice as big as I am. “No need to get worked up, Cal.”

“Don’t call me that.” I take another step back, but I’m not backing down. “What are you doing here?”

“My number was finally pulled,” he grins. “I was drafted last year, but spent the last six months in ‘further development’ because guys like Miles Solomon and your boyfriend just don’t know when to hang up their skates and call it a career. But I guess that’s where you came in.” He tosses me a wink. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”

If he winks at me again, I’m going to barf on his shoes.

“So you followed the gossip.”

“From what I can see, it’s not gossip. It’s a dumpster fire, and—” He lunges towards me, pinching a strand of my hair between his fingers. “—lookie at who is holding the matches.”

I jerk away from him so hard my shoulder brushes the concrete wall. “You could have picked any team in the league and they would have signed you.”

“Well, that’s sweet of you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment,” I grit out. “I just don't buy it for a second that this is your dream team.”

He takes a step closer.

Alarms are sounding in my head. I want to run, but he’s between me and the door. I’ll never make it.

“What is it you’re saying?” he asks.

I stand straight. I make eye contact. On the inside, I am shaking uncontrollably, but I’ll be damned if he’s going to see me crumble.

“You’re following me.”

With that, Spencer snorts out a laugh. “And why would I do that? You know I can have any girl on the goddamn planet. Why would I follow some mouthy, shit in bed, sloppy-seconds bitch?”

He’s losing control. He’s tipping into something volatile, and I should close my mouth and let him tire himself out. But I can’t stop the words from slipping out.

“Because you couldn’t have me.”

He narrows his eyes. “I already had you. Or have you forgotten?”

Goosebumps race down my arms. My knees are weak, but I meet his eyes. “You say it was just a stupid bet, but you wanted me. And in the end, you couldn’t have me. You know I wouldn’t give you the time of day if you were the last man in the world, and now, you’re fixated on me.”

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