Page 88 of Just Friends
“You lookimportant,” the blonde clarified, as if she were making an important distinction. “Youare, aren’t you? I can tell. What you do?”
They weren’t the first girls to approach me with that same question. Some girls had a knack for spotting famous men, I guess. It never bothered me before; actually, I’d always liked it. It made me feel important, larger than life. It fed the part of me, deep down, that thought Ideservedtheir attention. That Ishouldsleep with as many girls as I wanted.
But now?
Their long lashes batted, eagerly awaiting my answer.
I knew how to play the game. I wouldn’t tell them I was a hockey player right away, of course. Instead, I’d drag out the mystery, acting all coy to really pique their interest. I’d play that game until they start to suspect that I might be full of shit … then I’d let out a small morsel of the truth to reignite their curiosity all over again. The cat-and-mouse game would continue until I’d given them enough information that they could ‘solve’ the puzzle all on their own.
And once they knew I was a professional athlete, I wouldn’t even have to try. I could have either one I wanted, maybe both, if I really wanted. I just had to play the game. I had to be cocky, but withjustenough charm to not seem like an asshole.
Really, that was it; the big secret to getting any girl you ever wanted.
Any girl but the one you really want.
“Well?” the blonde asked. “Are you gonna tell us what you do, or are we supposed to guess?”
I looked over at Reavo. His face twisted into shock and outrage. One look at that classic Reavo expression and I could hear him saying,What are you looking at ME for? Do you want me to hold your dick while you fuck them, too? For fuck’s sake, Riggsy, you know what to do here!
I never thought the day would come when I’d get tired of beautiful girls wanting to meet me. But there I was—with two sexy girls justwantingme to charm them out of their bikini bottoms—and for the first time ever in my life, I couldn’t work up the appetite. I just couldn’t make myself care.
I sighed. “I’m sorry, girls, but I’m really not in the mood right now. I’m just out here trying to get some sun.”
The brunette girl’s jaw fell. She looked over at her alpha for help.
The blonde stammered, at a loss for words. “Um,okay.” She leaned away from me, repulsed, as if being near me was enough to make her physically ill. “Literallyeveryoneelseis out here to get sun too, you know. We just thought we’d say hi and make a little conversation. You don’t have to be so weird about it.”
“Yeah, what’s your fucking problem?” the other girl snarled. “God.”
The blonde stood. “C’mon, Dana. This guy’s a fucking asshole.”
The girls walked off, perfect butts wiggling in cheeky thong bikinis, and verbally ripped me to shreds.
“Not in the mood for what, exactly?”
“Yeah, and who said WE were in the mood, anyway?”
“Wait, did he think we were propositioning him or something?! EW!”
“Who cares what he thinks? He’s clearly just some random loser who thinks every girl at the pool wants to fuck him because he’s tall.”
“Ugh. Bet you anything he’s angry about his small dick.”
Reavo laughed heartily at their insults.
“Holy fuck. You sure pissed them off,” he said. “I don’t think those girls are used to getting turned down.”
I know the feeling,I thought.
Reavo’s laughter died down, and his tone turned serious. “Seriously, though. What’s gotten into you, man?”
Ever since Piper told me her feelings—that shelikedme—I had no idea what to do. I was so confused. What was I supposed to do?
I gulped. “I honestly don’t even know.”
He shook his head. “You’re all out of sorts lately, bud. Wish you’d tell me what’s going on with you.”
I stayed silent.
