Page 140 of Trading Paint

I interrupted. “He’s shy.”

What is wrong with me? It’s like I’m trying to get her to come onto him?

She turned to Jameson just about the time Jimi excused himself, his face red from suppressing his laughter.

Tommy and Spencer were glancing in between Jameson and me probably wondering how this was going to end.

“I think being shy is adorable.” Sabrina said in his ear.

Jameson glared in my direction.

I didn’t know what to do so I winked.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have done this but the fact that I knew he wouldn’t be interested made it that much funnier to me, and everyone else...aside from Jameson.

“I’m getting hungry.” I announced standing. I was also starting to panic and ready to bolt at any moment.

Jameson shot up out of the chair.

“I’ll go get you something,” he said with a venomous look on his face. “Since we’re tight and all.”

He came back a few minutes later and tossed a bag of chips in my lap before sitting back down in the only open chair, next to Sabrina, glaring in my direction.

“So how did you two meet?” Sabrina asked scooting closer to Jameson.

I started to make something up when Jameson jumped in.

“We met when she got out of rehab.” He picked up my drink and sniffed the red cup. “Goddamn it, Sway. You shouldn’t be drinking!” he reprimanded, pointing his finger in my face. Then he shook his head, took me by the elbow, and said, “Let’s get you away from the temptation.”

Well that did not turn out in my favor.Why does it always back fire on me when I’m trying to embarrass him?

Tommy, Spencer and now Emma, we laughing so hard they could barely stand.

I shrugged out of his grip. “Asshole,” I muttered.

He pushed me inside his motor coach. “What the fuck was that?”

I couldn’t help it; I once again panicked and started giggling. I panicked because I wanted to tell him, I was testing you to see if you’d leave with someone. Did I tell him that?No, hell no.

He was not pleased by this and if possible, became even angrier and left.

“It was just for fun!” I yelled after him still giggling. He flipped me off.

Nice going asshole. You pissed him off.

After composing myself, I walked back outside the motor coach to find Jameson had left, Tommy chatting it up with Mariah and Casten sound asleep.

I strolled around the compound looking for Jameson when I spotted him at Tate’s motor coach talking with him and Tate’s teammate Austin.

When I approached them, Jameson, with his arms crossed, shot me a look like “don’t you even think about embarrassing me”, so I didn’t. I figured I’d done enough for one night.

“This is Tate Harris,” he gestured toward Tate. “You guys met at the Chili Bowl, right?”

I nodded shaking hands with Tate and then turned to Austin.

“And this is Austin Yale.” Jameson said. “He drives the number thirty-two car.”

“Nice to meet you guys.” I said smiling. Jameson surprised me and slung his arm around my shoulder pulling me next to him when Austin made small talk with me.

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