Page 114 of A Little Crush
I wave him off. “No worries at all. Pretty sure I’d be a terrible person for holding it against you. So, seriously, you’re good. Your focus is where it should be.”
“Still.” He nudges my shoulder with his. “What do you say I make it up to you after tomorrow’s game?”
“Uh. Sure?” My focus slides to Jax for the barest of seconds, despite my best attempt to keep my impulse in check. “I guess it kind of depends on when you’re thinking, but...”
My attention flicks to Jax again before I can stop it. He isn’t talking to Griffin anymore. Nope. He’s watching me.And thanks to the intensity gleaming in his dark eyes, I grip the edge of the armrest, attempting not to squirm.
Catching on, Eric mutters, “Shit, I didn’t even think about you being on the clock, so if your boss says it’s?—”
“She can’t,” Jaxon announces. He strides closer and plops down in the seat across from us.
“Oh?” Eric frowns.
“I need her to watch Poppy.” Jaxon doesn’t bother giving either of us any more of his attention as he pulls out his phone. One of the benefits of flying private with the team is free WiFi, and it seems Jaxon has no issue multitasking despite how rude it makes him look.
Why is he acting so…cold?
“Sorry,” he adds. His focus shifts from Crowther to me, then back to his phone like he has better things to do than worry about a girl he’s sleeping with making plans with another man.
“Maybe next week, then?” Crowther offers. “You know, when Poppy’s with her mom? I’d love to show you the pizza place we talked about?—”
My phone buzzes, interrupting him. Well, that’s not true. I’m pretty sure he’s still talking, but I don’t hear a word. Not really. I’m too confused by the random text from a certain someone who’s playing with his phone in the seat across from me.
Jaxon
I need to fuck you.
What the hell?
I peek up at Jax, but he isn’t looking at me. He’s looking at his stupid phone.
Jaxon
Get up and walk to the bathroom. Now.
Walk to the bathroom? Why?
Before I can type my response, my phone buzzes again.
Jaxon
Get. Up.
“There a problem, Squeaks?” he asks, sounding bored and simultaneously interrupting Eric, though I’d almost forgotten he’s here.
“N-no problem,” I answer.
“You sure?” Eric prods. “You look tense.”
Tense? More like intrigued and confused.
“I, uh, I need to use the restroom. I think I’m having some motion sickness issues.” I press my hand to my flushed cheeks. “I’ll, uh, I’ll talk to you later, Eric.”
“See you, Rory.”
I stand, keeping my pace steady as I head toward the onboard suite where the private bathroom is located. I want to look behind me. To see if he’s following. But I don’t. Instead, I keep my head held high and my hands loose at my sides like I don’t have a care in the world despite Jaxon’s text message flashing through my mind like a neon sign.
I need to fuck you.
