Page 27 of Personal Foul
“Sydney…”
Two knocks rasp on the door before it swings open and her father’s larger than life personality enters.
“Syd. Colson? I didn’t expect to see you here. What’s going on?”
I turn back to Sydney, raising my eyebrows at her to hint that now’s our chance. The panic in her eyes tells me now is not the time. I also feel like I metaphorically got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. I guess I shouldn’t break it to her father we’ve been seeing each other until she is ready, especially when I still have the taste of her pussy on my lips.
Talk about an awkward situation.
“Colson stopped in to ask me some questions about some of his tax paperwork. We were just finishing up. I was meaning to talk to you. Mom called about her birthday dinner on Saturday night.”
“Yes, she’s so happy to have you home. She knows how much you love Rosalina’s and their pecan pie.”
Coach turns his attention to me. “You should join us, son. After the whole purse-snatching thing in the news, we owe you dinner as a thank you for looking out for our daughter.”
“Oh, gosh, that’s not necessary. Sydney has shared her thank you with me already. It’s more than enough.”
My eyes flash over to Sydney, recalling the first night she came over to my place with dinner.
“Nonsense. We insist, don’t we, Syd?”
“Of course.” She grins. I expected her to side with me, telling him it’s not a good idea. Except she looks like she’s more than on board. “Everyone deserves some of Rosalina’s pecan pie.”
Raising my eyebrow at her, I turn back to Coach and nod my head. “Well, I guess that’s decided. I’ll be there. We can ride together again, Sydney. You know, since we are both coming from the same place.”
“Perfect.” He grins.
“Well, practice is about to start, and I still need to get changed. Sydney, thank you for meeting with me. I’ll see you on the court, Coach.”
I pat him on the back as I pass by him. As soon as I know he can’t see my face, I turn toward Sydney and flash her a quick wink. Blush reddens the apples of her cheeks as she tries to hide the grin fighting to break out across her face.
Goddamn, even when she tries to fight it, I love all the ways her body reacts to me.
