Page 8 of The Play

“Yes, that’s my name.” Why is he shifting his stance like that? I narrow my eyes at his crotch. Does he have anerection?

“Demi,” he repeats.

“Uh-huh. Rhymes with semi.” I shoot a pointed look at his crotch.

Hunter glances down. Then he snickers. “For fuck’s sake, I’m not rocking a boner. That’s just my pants.”

“Surrrrre.”

He slides one big hand to his zipper area and covers it with his palm, and the tent in the denim does seem to flatten. “New jeans,” he grumbles. “They’re still kinda stiff.”

“Stiff, you say.”

“It’s the fabric. See? Touch it.”

Laughter sputters from my throat. “Oh my God, I am not touching your dick.”

“Your loss.” Hunter smirks.

“If you say so, bud.” I hold up the envelope. “So when should we meet up and go over all this stuff?”

“I dunno. You free tonight?”

I shake my head. “I’ve got plans. How about tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’ll be around. When and where?”

“Eight o’clock at the Theta Beta Nu house?”

“Huh, really? I didn’t take you for a sorority girl.” I shrug. “Well, I am.”

Truth be told, I only pledged because I didn’t want to live in the dorms. Plus, my mother belonged to the Theta chapter at her college, and I grew up hearing about how her sorority days were some of the best days of her life. She was the life of the party back then, and still is.

“Okay then. I’ll see you tomorrow night, Semi,” he drawls before striding off.

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HUNTER

“UGH.IMISS THOSE TITS SO MUCH.”

“They miss you too…”

“Mmmm, yeah? What do they miss most about me?”

“Definitely your tongue.”

“Mmmm. Let me see ’em, Hottie. Just a peek.”

“What if one of your teammates walks in?”

“Then they’ll be jealous of me till the end of time because I’m dating the sexiest woman in the world.”

“Fine, I’ll play. But only if you show me your dick.”

“Deal. You first…aw fuck, baby…wait, maybe you should put the girls away—what if Hunter walks in? You said he was home.”

“Oh, it’s a non-issue. Hunter’s a monk now. My bare boobs won’t make an impact.”

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