Page 64 of Hyperspeed
But there was something else.
“Are you nervous, Kai?” I teased.
“What?! No!” he spluttered. “Why would I be nervous?” With all the times he’d thrown me off balance today, I couldn’t help but enjoy seeinghimflustered for once.
“It’s okay if you are.”
“I’m not,” he bit out.
I heaved a great sigh, as if it were a hardship. “I guess I’ll take you.”
To be honest, a small part of me was excited to show him the underground circuit. Show him where I’d come from, the place I’d made a name for myself.
“When?” Kai perked up.
If he were a dog, he’d have a fluffy tail that would be thumping. Like the half-naked werewolves I read about in my spare time.
“Not sure,” I replied, like I wasn’t mentally scrolling through the schedule I’d already seen online. I turned to the door and pulled it open. “Text me and I’ll let you know.”
I was halfway down the hallway, heading for the lobby, when he left the room and yelled after me.
“I haven’t got your number!”
“Guess you’ll have to find it, hotshot,” I called over my shoulder as I walked, a smirk pulling at my lips.
And I had a weird sense of faith that he would. Because if anyone could annoy someone into bypassing data protection laws, it would be Kai Mercer.
The silence that followed was thick with something unspoken, but I still didn’t look back. Yet the sound of his voice echoed in my ears.
“You’re impossible, rookie!”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me.
Burning the Midnight Rubber
Kai
I found his number.
I bet the little shit doubted me, but I fucking found it. Well, Savannah found it for me, but I’d set the wheels in motion.
As soon as I’d finished my interview, I’d called Savannah and used my best puppy-dog eyes. Of course they hadn’t worked, because she’s immune to my charms, and I’d had to resort to negotiation. I’d agreed to represent Nexus at one charity marathon in the off-season, but it’d be worth it to wipe the smug smile off the rookie’s face.
At least I’d thought so, until Jax rained on my parade.
“Why didn’t you ask Zylo?” he said after I explained Savannah’s conditions during a phone call.
I’d neglected to mention what had happened in the locker room. As far as Jax knew, I was just looking for another way to wind Rev up. And while my bank of dirty fantasies had evolved, I would always take any opportunity to jerk his chain—and his cock, apparently.
“Why would I ask Zylo?”
“Because he’d have Rev’s number, and then you wouldn’t be running a marathon dressed like Sparx.”
Sparx was the Nexus mascot: a humanoid fireball with bulging eyes and a manic grin. Apparently, Savannah would milk my desperation for all it was worth, and her terms included running the marathon in a ridiculous full-body suit.
I was already dreading the chafing.
I shook my head. “He wouldn’t just hand over his teammate’s number.”
