Page 23 of Game Changer
What the hell are we going to do about that?There’s a sort of couch—a chaise, I think it’s called—but there’s no way in hell I’ll fit on that.But I’d feel guilty making Molly sleep there.
Again, what the hell was I thinking?
Well, we’ll worry about that later.“I’d like a shower,” I say.“Traveling makes me feel gross.”
“Go right ahead.I’m going to call my parents and let them know I’m okay.And Grace.”
I find my toiletry bag and lock myself in the huge bathroom, all marble and stone tiles.The shower is fantastic.I could stand under there for an hour, but there’s someone else who might want to use it.
My mind drifts to Molly in the shower…
Shit!What am I doing?She’s Chucky’s fiancée.Ex.But no matter.She’s still not someone I can be having wet, soapy fantasies about.Ever.We’re friends.
As I dry off, I realize I should have grabbed a change of clothes.I wrap a towel around my waist so I’m decent and open the door to release a cloud of steam.
“Next,” I announce, stepping into the room.
Molly’s already changed into her dress and is brushing her hair in front of the dresser mirror.Her eyes shift to me and widen, then blink rapidly.“Um…”
Her gaze tracks over my chest, the towel, then back up.I swipe at a water trickling down my shoulder.
“Right,” she says breathlessly.
Damn.I’m having shower fantasies about her, and she’s ogling me.This is a disaster in the making.I’m going to have to be on my best behavior.Not something I’m good at when it comes to women.
But this is Molly.
She looks so pretty in that dress—a flowery print in shades of orange and gold, a fitted top with tiny straps and a ruffled skirt.
She picks up the pink makeup bag she purchased earlier and disappears into the bathroom.
I dress at rapid speed in case she emerges from the bathroom, but she’s in there for a while.I unpack a few things into the drawers Molly has left empty for me.She’s filled a few with lacy lingerie I’m tempted to snoop through.I was a gentleman and left her alone in the lingerie department at Target, but now I’m curious what she bought.
Jesus!Here I go again, thinking about Molly’s underwear.
I rub my face and check out the mini bar.I better not drink anything though; we had a few on the plane, and I’m driving the rental car we picked up at LAX.
Finally, she reappears, her hair in messy waves that look casually stylish, and makeup on her eyes again.And lips.They shine with a soft peachy gloss.
“I’m ready.”
“You look…great.”I attempt a casual compliment.She smells good too, like pink grapefruit.
“Thanks.You too.”She smiles at my khaki pants and navy shirt I left loose, sleeves rolled up.
“Okay.Let’s roll.”
She picks up her purse and a sweater.“Let’s make like a rock.”
I frown, holding the key to the car.“What?”
“Let’s make like a rock and roll.”
I drop my head forward in amusement.“Right, right.Sorry.”
She smacks my shoulder.“Keep up, Wynn.”
I grin, a sense of fun fizzing in my chest.I’m not even dreading seeing the family, which I should be.It’s been a year, other than a few quick meetups when playing against the Golden Eagles when I can see my dad and play against my cousin JP, or when we play the Condors and I see my my other cousin Théo, who’s the manager of the Condors.
