Page 101 of Treacherous
Fortunately for me, I have seen all the unattractive qualities he possesses, including his control freak tendencies and an unchecked ego. Jayden looms over me but I don’t back off, staring into his eyes.
“Oh, you two know each other?”
I jump, forgetting the other guy was even there. Jayden ignores his teammate, clearly wanting answers for himself.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he grits. “Why are you here?”
“You’re looking at your new teammate and roommate.”
Jayden’s face flushes, red rushing from his cheeks and down his neck, while his jaw clenches. I smile at the sight.
One of my favourite pastimes is driving Jayden insane, even though Jaz tells me it’s a bad idea. To be honest, I agree with her, but I just can’t help it.
Jayden steps forward, grabbing a set of car keys that are sitting on floating shelves in the entrance of the house. He brushes past me, knocking my shoulder slightly. I roll my eyes at his pettiness, but really, I love that I’m already getting under his skin.
I turn, brows pulling together as Jayden strides towards his car. “Where are you going?”
“To see my sister,” He pauses. “You can’t move in yet; your room isn’t ready.”
The other guy–who’s name I still don’t know– opens his mouth, however, one borderline psychotic glare from Jayden causes him to snap his lips shut.
Weird. I don’t think about it any longer, turning away from the grump.
I place my hand out for the guy to shake. “I’m Willow Rogers.”
He smiles. “Sam Morris. Sorry about Jay, I would say he is never like that but he does tend to be a grump every now and then,”
I laugh. “Trust me, I’m confident I bring out the worst in him. All fun and games, really.”
Sam’s eyes bulge. “Oh,”
I raise my eyebrows, questioning his reaction.
“You’rethatWillow Rogers. As in, the number one goal scorer last season. I’m impressed.”
“I’ll take it as a compliment,” I mutter.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Sam asks, genuine surprise written on his face.
My eyes widened. “Most of the time, guys mean it in a passive-aggressive way. As if they can’t believe a woman can play a male-dominated sport and be good at it,”
Sam rolls his eyes, while his nose crinkles. “That’s a stupid opinion. I grew up in a household with sisters and a working mum, so although I might not truly understand what women must endure, I can call out misogyny when I hear it.”
My lips curve upwards. “Thank you.”
I look back to my car, with all my belongings stuffed in old cardboard boxes, barely able to be held together by packing tape. I didn’t realise how much stuff I had until it had to be squeezed into my small vehicle.
I sigh. Surely, Jayden had a room prepared for me, even if he didn’t know it wasmewho was moving in.
“Are you sure I can’t start unloading my boxes? I have a lot of stuff.”
Sam’s hand moves to the back of his neck, eyes travelling to the floor. “I wouldn’t. But that could be me being scared of Jayden,”
Sure, the guy is grumpy and a control freak, but I wouldn’t describe Jayden as scary. Or is that just me? It’s probably both.
“Why the hell are you scared of him?” I ask.
Morris’s cheeks heat, the red flush running down his neck. He fiddles with his fingers, cracking each knuckle. His words are barely a mumble as they leave his mouth.
