Page 45 of Love on the Waiver Wire

Oh yeah. He’s still making you do that?

Yeah. I don’t know what to do. I have boobs.

I’ve noticed.

My cheeks grow hot.

And I also have to do your punishment.

Yep, you do. Want me to come over tonight?

Yes.

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“Are you trying to do something weird?”

“What does that even mean?”

“I mean are you trying to get yourself or something? Are you trying to drag my team down so I’ll make the trade?” I cross my arms over my chest, my eyes narrowing at Owen as my hip makes contact with the counter.

A look I can’t quite place flashes across his face. “What are you trying to say?”

Throwing my hands up in exasperation, I grab my phone, opening the app. “I’m saying that you sucked. Royally. I lost this week because you only completed one catch.”

“You lost this week because of a lot more, for one,” he says, placing his hand on his chest as if he’s wounded. He frowns. “Two, I wouldn’t ever intentionally suck to force you to trade me to me. Though I will say, seeing you this worked up is one of the only silver linings to having one of the worst games of my career.” My scowl deepens as I take in his words, feeling bad for a moment. “Plus, if you want me to do better for you, tell your brother to throw better.”

And have him kick me out? I’m certainly not doing that.

His comment sobers me. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” I say, slumping down in my seat. “I just don’t want to do this.”

“I can imagine.”

I groan, tossing my head back.

“You need to get your nipple pierced for me,” I tell him suddenly, sitting up so quick I almost give myself whiplash.

“Excuse me?”

“I said what I said. You’re my only hope. I need you to get your nipple pierced.”

“You know those guys see my nipples every day, right?”

“You can take it out right after.”

“No.” He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yes, you have to. Please?” I sit forward, tucking my arms between my legs as I bat my lashes at him.

“That’s not going to work on me.”

“I’ll do just about anything.”

“No.”

“Owen please.”

I can see his resolve starting to break as he looks me up and down. When he pinches the bridge of his nose, I know I got him.

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