Page 58 of How to Score Off Field

I put one foot in front of the otherand walk through the door, holding my head as high as I can without faltering on my steps, almost tripping on the carpet in true Tess fashion.

Only I would trip and almost fall on my way to a seduction.

Only me…

I’m in the doorway. Not hovering but close to it, waiting for Drew to notice me.

He has a remote in his hand and he’s pointing it at the television from a sitting position at the foot of the bed and I’m pleased to see that he hasn’t abandoned the bedroom for the couch—because if Miranda isn’t spending the night in her own apartment, there’s technically no need for us to be sharing this bed.

But he hasn’t moved.

And he’s still not wearing a shirt and now my mouth is watering…

That chest.

Those muscles.

The thick thighs.

Have I mentioned those?

Guh. Thick thighs are my literal weakness, the most underrated part of a guy’s body, in my professional opinion.

It takes him several seconds to look away from the TV. It’s not that he hasn’t noticed my presence, it’s that he hasn’t noticed I’m no longer wearing shorts—and I’m standing here in my thong.

Now what?

I close the door behind me on the off chance Miranda makes an appearance again, strolling into the bedroom casually as you please, as if I hadn’t just stripped down out of my shorts.

It’s easy to watch the play of expressions on his face. They go from neutral to ‘what the fuck is happening’ to ‘what the hell do I do?’ as I slowly stride up to where he’s sitting, needing to get past…

DIARY…

It’s Tess.

Do you think it’s weird that every time I write to you, I say Dear Diary? LOL

Since this is my book and I’m the only one who sees it?? I suspect that SOMEONE might have found this because I had it STRATEGICALLY placed on the shelf, positioned at an exact angle and it was moved slightly. So GRADY IF YOU’RE READING THIS I AM LITERALLY GOING TO KILL YOU HOW DARE YOU GO THROUGH MY PERSONAL PRIVATE THINGS. I cannot stress this enough, I will MURDER you.

I know mom would tell me not to choose violence but seriously, Grady, reading my diary??? I know the cleaning ladies weren’t even at the house today so it had to have been you.

Okay. Now that we have that business out of the way, something major happened and its not what you think—it’s worse. I repeat: positioned at an exact angle and it was moved slightly!!!!

Who can you trust if you can’t trust your own FAMILY.

#Betrayed

CHAPTER22

DREW

YOUR NUDES ARE SAFE WITH ME.

What the fuck is happening…

Is it just me or is Tess half naked?

Ass cheeks out, tits right there, Tess is standing in front of me as if she has to get past, when all she’d have to do is flop down on the bed to claim her spot back.

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