Page 73 of The Problem with Players

“Are you asking me if I’m single, Coach?”

“It’s none of my business, but if you’re having women come in and out of this place?—”

“I’m not dating.”

“Oh.” She nodded once. “Well, are you, you know… Is there a rotating door or something going on around here?”

I narrowed my eyes. “A rotating door?”

“You know. With different women coming in and out at mysterious hours.”

I laughed. “Are you asking if I run a brothel?”

“No,” she shot out. Then she shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. Listen, I get it. You’re single and famous and handsome. You can get any woman you want. You might not be dating, but you might be banging, and I don’t want to be in here cockblocking you.”

I snickered and grinned. “Did you just call me handsome?”

She rolled her eyes dramatically as she groaned. “That’s the one thing you picked up on?”

“It sounded like the only thing that mattered.”

“It’s like there’s nothing in that peanut-sized brain of yours. Nothing but energy drinks, pre-workout, and vibes.”

I leaned against the doorframe as I flexed one arm. “What can I say? I’m just a simple, handsome guy with a rotating door of women coming to have sex with me.”

“Ugh. You know what? Never mind. Forget I asked. I was trying to be polite and allow space for you to get your whistle wet, but forget I even brought it up.”

I whistled low. “Don’t worry, Coach. My whistle hasn’t been wet in a mighty long time. Unless we are counting my faithful bottle of lotion and my own spit.”

“Nathaniel. Have you ever heard of oversharing?”

“You’re the one who made it sound like I’m the town’s slut.”

“I didn’t! I just assumed that you were getting…” Her words faded off as a sly bit of shyness hit her cheeks. “Never mind, okay?”

“You thought I was going to pound town regularly in the land of pussy, huh?”

“Don’t say pussy.”

“Okay, vaginas.”

“Don’t say that either.”

“Okay, lip land. The folds? The inverted hillside?”

“Oh my gosh. I get it. I now see why you’re not getting laid. You’re annoying and corny.”

I nodded in agreement. “What can I say? This handsome face can only get me so far.”

“Yes, it’s your words that dry up a woman like the Sahara Desert.”

“You’d actually be impressed at my ability to take a woman who’s been in a drought to the wetlands within minutes.”

She blankly stared at me before shoving me out of the room. “I need sleep. Sleep, and to erase this conversation from my mind completely.”

“If you get lonely, my room is down the hall on your right. You are free to crawl into bed with me for roommate cuddles at any point.”

“Roommate cuddling isn’t a thing, Nathaniel.”

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