Page 54 of One Night Only
Me: I know I said I’d call you later, but I couldn’t wait. Is it weird that I miss you already?
Her reply comes through straight away.
Goldie: Yes. Weirdo.
I conceal my grin as best as I can, doing a cursory glance around to make sure I’m not missing anything important.
Me: I wanna take you out.
Goldie: Out??
Me: Like on a date.
Goldie: That sounds risky…
Me: Risky? It’s a date, Goldie. Hardly life threatening.
Goldie: What if someone sees us? You’re a famous athlete. All it takes is for some fan to snap a picture of you and post it online.
Me: You that ashamed to be seen with me, Goldie?
Goldie: Yeah, you don’t even play baseball. How embarrassing
Me: I’m gonna make a hockey fan out of your dad if it’s the last thing I do.
Goldie: Good luck with that. For the record, my middle name is Ruth… as in Babe.
I snort quietly, trying to hide my laughter.
Me: Come on, let me take you out, Babe.
Goldie: I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Not yet at least.
Me: What if I promise you we won’t get photographed?
Goldie: What are you going to do? Weara disguise?
Me: I’ll wear whatever you want me to wear if you’ll just say yes.
Goldie: Fine… whatever…
I bite back my shit-eating grin.
Me: Now, go be a good girl and do what I told you to do.
Goldie: Maybe I already did…
I groan, my cock stirring back to life. Resting my head against the shelf on my cubby, I bang it a few times to rid myself of the beautiful, filthy images flashing through my mind.
Me: Goldie, you are killing me right now.
Goldie:
Ten minutes later, my hard on is long gone as Jace gives me hell, working my groin like a man possessed. I swear the guy is a masochist. He’s gay. Happily married, with two cute kids. But I think he gets off the more pain he inflicts on us. Me especially.
“Jesus, fuck,” I hiss under my breath.
“Sorry, Tex,” he says completely unapologetically.
