Page 75 of Playing Games

Me: Lexi Lou Winslow, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?

Lexi: No.

Me: Would you possibly enjoy coming over to my place tonight so I can lick your pussy?

Lexi: Oh my God, Blake.

Me: So, yes?

Lexi: I didn’t say yes.

Me: But you said, “Oh my God, Blake.” Which seemed like a “Hell yes, I’m super excited to have you lick my pussy tonight” kind of oh my God.

Lexi: Quite the postulation you made there.

Me: And was it correct?

Lexi: I’ll be done at the lab tonight around 8:30.

Me: See you then, babe.

That was last night. And it certainly did not disappoint. Neither did the night before that nor the night before that nor the night before that.

Any free time I have, especially at night, I spend with Lexi. Sometimes I stay at her place, sometimes she stays at my place, but every morning for the past seven days has involved me waking up with her in my arms.

She’s a tough—insanely intelligent—nut to crack, but I’m bound and determined to show her why we’ll be so damn good together.

Which is why, as much as I’ve wanted to, I haven’t spammed her with any messages this morning.

She doesn’t need a man riding her ass. She needs a man who is willing to stand on her sidelines, cheering her on and supporting her in the ways that she needs.

And fuck, do I want to be that man for her.

Fingers to the keys, I type out a message.

Me: I’m done with training at noon. I’m going to drop off lunch to you at the lab. Your food should be there around 12:30.

Lexi: And how would you even know what I want?

Me: Burger with ketchup only. Side of fries, but well-done. Coke, but no ice.

Lexi: LOL. Are you keeping spreadsheets of my favorite foods?

Me: I don’t need spreadsheets, Lex. You’re my favorite subject.

Lexi: I can’t decide if that line is cheesy or cute.

Me: Pretty sure it’s a healthy combo of both.

“Back on the field!” Coach Gordan shouts, blowing his whistle right after his words. I hustle to send Lex one final text before I get my ass reamed.

Me: Gotta get back to practice. See you at 12:30 p.m., babe. PS: Will you be my girlfriend?

Her response is instant.

Lex: Sounds great. No.

Me: But will you sleep over at my place tonight?

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