Page 63 of The Stud

“Tell me about this commercial,” she insists on another successful throw. “What exactly are you gonna be doing?”

“Pretending to play cornhole with another mate from the league. I make my shot –naturally– and he misses causing destruction.”

Arden nods while I grab my next game piece. “And all the women here are…?”

“Actresses and models.”

“Yeah, I’m deaf, not blind, Tanner.” She steals a small glimpse at the women that are huddled together in a booth to our left. “You don’t typically get this many snipes in one room unless they’re paid to be there.”

“Yet you’re a sniper and you’re here.”

“Again,” her nose scrunches in an attempt to hide her embarrassment over being flattered, “being paid. Just by a different source.”

Before I have the opportunity to respond, an obnoxious and unfortunately, familiar voice, calls out, “Arden…amore mio.”

All color drains from her face as red rips through mine. “Hegets to call you Arden?”

One finger is held up to aid in her defense. “I-”

“You are even more of a snipe now than you were when we first met,” purrs Valencio Layvon, the current captain of the Camelot Cheetahs often referred to as the Ferrari of players.

He’s fast.

Aggressive.

Has natural talent comparable to some of the greats.

He’s respected by veterans.

Worshipped by rookies.

And apparently has some sort of fucking history with the only woman I want wearing my number.

Not his.

Neverfucking his.

I swear to Gretzky, if I find his sweater in her closet, Bear will have a new bath towel.

His arrival forces our frames to angle themselves towards him, an action that grants him a full-frontal view of Arden.

Which he doesn’t hesitate to take full fucking advantage of.

“Curtains are a bit darker now, aye,” he lets his hazel gaze sweep the space his fingers then lightly graze. “Still no drapes?”

He’s seen her naked?!

If he’s seen her naked, did he fuck her?!

He fucked her!

I fuckingknowhe fucked her!

There’s no other reason she’d let him see her naked!

And I will absolutely be filing the hairless pussy information into her stats file to properly appreciate at a later date.

Arden’s mouth drops a fraction lower to finally speak only to be cut off by her ringing cell. “Ohthankfuck,” she murmurs while hastily fishing it out of the pocket that’s not being occupied by her new socks, “I have to take this.”

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