Page 15 of What If I See You

“Dude, bro…” I cringe. “If your secret is something like both Corrigan and Layken had X-rated playtime with you during one of your little fuck-me lessons, you sure as hell better n?—”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “Not my secret. I promise.”

Harrison leans forward. “Does it have to do with Layken?”

Bodhi nods.

I tap my hand on the table, contemplating what he may or may not have to say. Curiosity wins out. “Alright out with it.”

He wags his brows and quietly says, “I have it on good authority that Layken Hobbs may or may not have a small crush on you, Ollenberg.”

“What?” I lean back in my chair. “Me?”

No fucking way.

“Yes you,” he says. “Corri told me last night after we left. She knew Layken was in good hands and that she would be happy at your place because she’s loved watching you play for years. She said Layken’s made little comments about you from time to time so…you know. I’m just saying.”

Layken Hobbs has a crush on me?

It’s been a long time since anyone has had a crush on me.

At least one I’ve known about.

“Interesting. I guess I’ll just keep that info tucked away in my back pocket.”

His eyes widen. “What? You’re not going to make a move?”

“Hell no. I’m not going to take advantage of her like that. If something happens down the road, then it does, but otherwise, I’m just helping out the friend of a friend.”

Ledger chuckles. “A very attractive, ridiculously cute, and well-humored friend of a friend.”

Well, when he puts it that way…

I mean she did look adorable in my pajama pants.

What’s not to like about her?

“I’m calling it right now.” Barrett slaps a fifty-dollar bill down on the table. “Fifty bucks says Ollenberg will be in her pants by the end of the night.”

“Oh yeah, I’m in on that too,” Harrison laughs, laying a fifty on top of Bear’s.

Around the table they go, each putting their money in the pot as I watch each of my friends have zero faith in me.

Shaking my head, I scoff at them all. “Bunch of wise-ass motherfuckers. You’re on. I am perfectly capable of being the nice guy who does not need inside Layken’s pants.”

Hmm. Though I wonder what that might be like.

“Looking’good ladies!” Oliver whistles as the girls descend the stairs in our private chateau. After a few hours of sampling wines at one of the local wineries this evening, the ladies decided a nightclub is where they wanted to dance the night away so we all came back to our rooms to get dressed.

When I finish tying my shoe, I stand up straight and glance at the group of them and, “Whoa…Layken Hobbs, you look…” I rock forward and back just a bit. Maybe it’s the four beers I downed earlier this afternoon or maybe it’s just that Layken is an extremely attractive woman who just nearly knocked me over in shock because fuck. “You look…wow.”

“Thank you, Griffin.” The corner of her mouth pulls up into one of those smiles that tells me she not only looks good, but she feels good. There’s an air of sexy confidence about her that wasn’t there last night. Granted, I haven’t seen much of Layken in a personal setting. Professional, sure. She’s always dressed to the nines for charity events and carries herself with a sophisticated professionalism. But watching her giggling with Corrigan and Ella and Scarlett as they waltzed down the stairs just now, she looks totally different even from the girl I sat next to on the plane.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s a good different.

A very good different.

A why-did-I-make-that-bet-with-the-guys kind of different.

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