Page 2 of Anti Player

“Are you guys going to dance?” Brett asks, looking between us. I want to kill him. Ever since I told him I was a virgin, he’s been an annoying aggressive idiot.

“Actually, I’m on the job,” Taylor explains.

“That’s okay,” I smile. I eye Brett, willing him to walk away because him supervising how I am picking up a girl isn’t helping. He’s ruining any game I have.

“Brett, Matt is calling you,” I lie, and I physically turn him around and push him in the other direction.

He leaves, thankfully.

“Sorry about that. Brett can be a lot.”

“He was funny. Is he a professional hockey player too?” she asks.

“He’s my teammate and best friend. And before you say I have bad taste in friends, I can vouch he’s a good guy. When he isn’t butting into my business.” I roll my eyes playfully.

She smiles and bats her lashes some more. The guys have really been on my case about me finally putting the nail in the coffin and losing my virginity, although that may be a bad analogy for something that’s supposed to be a good thing.

“So, can I get your number? Maybe we can go out for coffee,” I suggest. She clearly isn’t a puck bunny, which is a relief.

“That sounds nice,” she says. She gives me her number, which is the easy part for me. I know how to get a date. I even know how to hook up with a date, but it’s making the home run, so to speak, that makes me take pause. This time I need to make sure to hit the ball out of the park. It is weird I am making baseball analogies when I don’t play baseball, but something about going all the way makes me tense up and I say and think weird shit.

“Well, I better get back to work. My boss is the niece of the house manager here. She told us all to make sure everything goes without a hitch. I don’t want her to think I’m slacking off, but before I go, you should really try those fudge bites. They are the most orgasmic thing I’ve ever tried.” Her brown eyes light up and I am guessing her word choice was purposeful. Orgasmic as in orgasm as in sex.

I clear my throat and give her a sheepish grin. I pop one of the fudge bites in my mouth.

“Holy shit, that is good,” I moan.

Taylor laughs.

“Now I know what you’ll sound like when you come.” She laughs. “Have a good night, Kaleb.”

Holy shit.

She isn’t the first girl to expect me to take her to bed. They mostly are disappointed when I don’t. Some of them get angry, which isn’t pleasant at all. Maybe I just want to get to really know a girl before I take her to bed. Get to know what makes her tick and what puts a smile on her face. I also want to know someone is with me for who I am and not what I do.

“You too, Taylor. I’ll be in touch.” She walks off swaying her fine ass, and it does look fine in her fitted dress pants that hug her butt just right.

I sigh when she is far enough away. She’s pretty, sweet, and forward. I don’t know if I like forward, but I always find faults with the women I meet. I need to give Taylor a chance. I am very attracted to her looks, so getting to know her should be a piece of cake. Thinking of cake now makes me feel nauseous. I’ve had too much sugar. I have to stop.

I walk over to the guys. Brett is standing around with Matt, Aaron, Liam, Evan, and Wolfe.

“I got her number. You all need to take a chill pill,” I say to the guys.

Brett begins to cheer, “Told you he’d get the number. I totally helped you by going over there, right?”

“Dude, you didn’t help me. You made me look incompetent,” I say to him.

He frowns. “That’s just not true.”

“It is true,” I confirm. “You got to let me do things my way.”

I know he’s looking out for me because we grew up as neighbors and I was friends with his younger brother.

“Your way isn’t getting the job done,” he deadpans.

I give him the stink eye. Not everyone on the team knows about my predicament, and I prefer to keep it that way.

“Dude, the guy has a new chick on his arm every other week,” Matt reminds.

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