Page 7 of Can't Always Get What You Want
Did he flirt with me at that team dinner last year? He was definitely staring at me during the ESPY awards, but perhaps that was a coincidence?
No. Surely not.
Right?
I press a hand to my chest, trying to calm the sudden thudding of my heart, this new revelation sending my mind into a tail spin.
My phone pings again, pulling me out of my spiral.
Luca: Still there? Or did I scare you off?
Me: Scared? Please. It takes more than that to scare me.
The dots pop up immediately, and I swear my heart skips a beat.
Luca: Good. Coz I’ve got plenty more to say…
Oh, God.
I glance at Gio the dog, who’s now staring at me with those big, judgmental eyes. “What do I do?” I whisper, holding the phone up for guidance. “Little dude, help!”
Me: More to say? Do go on.
Sorry. I had to ask.
I’m a thirsty bitch, what can I say…
This is bad. Dangerous. Completely reckless.
But damn if it isn’t fun.
Luca: I have 8 words for you, Nova.
He makes me wait, not giving them to me.
Me: What 8 words?
I am holding my breath.
Luca: I want you, if only for one night.
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One week later…
Ihave three rules when it comes to dating:
Never waste time with a man if you know it’s not going to work. Cut them off before date 3.
Never date Gio’s teammates.
