Page 4 of Drop Shot
She turns those big blue doe eyes my way. “Sorry. Shit. I did it again.” She slaps a hand to her mouth.
Dropping my head back, I groan.
The doors slide open and we step on. I press the button for the lobby of the building and lean against the side while Whimsy stands in the opposite corner.
With a sigh, I move back to where she stands. “Whim?”
She clutches her iPad close to her chest. “Yeah?”
“We’re never going to fool anyone if you pick the opposite corner of the elevator as far as you can get from me.”
“Oh.” Her face falls. “I already suck at this.”
“Don’t worry.” I rub my jaw. “I’m not going to be great at this either.” I’ve never dated, not long term anyway. Even in high school I was so focused on tennis that it didn’t leave room for dating. I scratch the back of my neck. “We’ll just figure this out together.”
“Together,” she echoes as we step off the elevator and into the lobby.
Less than a minute later we’re outside in the Miami sun.
I grab her wrist in a gentle tug before we go our separate ways. “Maybe you could come to my place tonight or me to yours? Have dinner and just chat? Try to get to know each other like…”
“Like lovers?” she finishes for me.
I grin at her, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, exactly like that.”
“My place is small, but I’d rather you come to my apartment. I’ll text you the address. Are you okay with cats?”
I cock my head to the side. “You have a cat?”
She taps her fingers against her iPad case. “I’ve mentioned it before.”
“I must have forgot, but yeah, I like cats.”
“Okay.” She nods as she files this information away. “For dinner, can you bring Chinese takeout?”
I laugh. “Sounds good to me. Text me your order.”
“I will.”
I give her wrist a light squeeze before we head our separate ways.
CHAPTER 2
WHIMSY
“Oh, no, no, no,no.”I spin around my apartment in a frenzy.
Why did I think it was a good idea to invite Elias over to my apartment—my tiny apartment with only one bedroom and bathroom? The entire space is miniscule. He’s so large he can probably stretch both arms out and touch the walls.
“Craig.” I scratch my cat behind the ears. “I missed you.”
My fluffy Persian cat leans into my touch and yawns. I don’t get to spend as much time with her as I’d like since I travel with Elias during the tennis season which is long—running from January through November. My parents and sister take good care of her when I’m out of town so she’s always in good hands. Even if my younger sister is the reason she ended up named Craig.
It’ll be a few hours before Elias will head over so I spend my time cleaning. One saving grace of a small place, with only one human occupant, is that it doesn’t take me long to have it clean and shining. Besides, it’s not like I let it get too dirty anyway.
I’m still not sure how I feel about this fake dating scenario. Perhaps it would be easier if I didn’t have a raging crush on my boss. Not that I’ve ever given him any inkling that I’m attracted to him, but I worry it might make the faking bit hard on me.
I text Elias my address before I change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He probably has my address, I know it was on the contract I signed when I became his assistant, but I don’t have faith in his ability to locate it.
