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Besides, there’s something kind of magical in denying Casey something he wants so badly, like some way of holding back just a skerrick of power over him. Because he owns me in literally every other way, always has done, but with this, well, he wants me just as badly as I want him.
I’m just far, far better at self-denial than my dearest, sweetest Casey Calloway.
CHAPTER 23
casey
Harrison is a mean, mean best friend. We overslept this morning, quite possibly because I kept him awake last night doing much more fun activities than sleeping. But instead of giving me the morning blowjob I want, he hauls me out of bed and marches me down to the green for dawn Pilates.
See? A mean, mean best friend.
On the plus side, it sure is nice getting one up on tight little teacher Andy and his ultra flexible body. I mean, Andy doesn’t know what Harrison and I got up to last night while pressed up naked together in my bed. ButIknow and don’t I feel half smug about it as Andy eyes up Harrison from the front of class. Well, I hope he enjoys looking because that’s all he’ll be doing withmyHarrison.
Yeah, that’s right. He’smine.
“You can stop glaring at Andy, sweet,” Harrison smirks as we end the class with relaxation. “You know I never called him.”
“Oh, I’m not glaring at him,” I grin back.
“Gloating then maybe?” Harrison returns, eyeing me speculatively. I just shrug, secure enough in myself to know where Harrison’s attention lies.
“You’re a possessive little thing, aren’t you?” he returns, a soft glint in his eye.
“This surely cannot be news to you,” I parry. “And there’s nothinglittleabout me, thank you.”
Harrison chuffs out a laugh. “I mean, I’ve got a couple of inches of height on you. So to me you’re little.”
“I feel like there’s some kind of innuendo hidden in that line somewhere. There’s no need to brag, H. It’s unbecoming.”
Harrison splutters out a laugh, putting an end to my spurious accusation. “Not everything’s about sex, Casey.”
“Sure,” I grin, pulling myself up into a seated position. I spy Andy looking our way, seeking us out like he’s planning on putting the moves on my physio again, so I grip onto Harrison’s wrist and haul him to the footpath before he gets a chance.
“So possessive,” Harrison smirks, rubbing his wrist.
***
It’s Wednesday and that means it’s main training day. It also means I’ve got a packed schedule ahead of me, starting with tactical training with the midfield coaches, match practice with the full team and an intense power session with Dean Hampton that I amnotlooking forward to.
My schedule does not include any visits with my physio which makes me a little sad. In a moment of quiet desperation I use a quick break in the schedule to see if I can catch him alone. The door to the treatment room is open so I poke my head in to find him working on Rafi Barlow.
I grin as I perch up against the doorframe, watching Harrison work. He’s wearing that cute red headband, soft brown curls trying to escape and I smile as I watch him concentrate on his work. He’s absolutely gorgeous. I always knew that though.
Harrison glances up at me, a knowing glint in his brown eyes. “Can I help you with something, Casey?”
“Yeah, you can give me time withmyphysiotherapist,” I say. Rafi glances up at me, unsure of his place. I mean, everyone knows that Harrison was brought here for me, and Rafi is just a first-year rookie. Not that I want to pull rank or anything, but I will if I have to.
Harrison just chuffs at me, like I knew he would. “Sorry to burst your little diva bubble, but you don’t actually own me, Calloway.”
“Beg to differ. You were brought to this club to treatme. That makes youmine.” Rafi’s eyes widen as he glances between me and Harrison. I’m pretty sure he wants to jump off the treatment bed right this second, but Harrison has my measure, he always does.
“Last I checked it’s the Fever paying my salary, not you,” he says.
“I can change that,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’ll pay you what you want. Name your price.”
“Ah, I can come back…” Rafi intervenes.
Harrison doesn’t pause. “No, you stay right where you are, Barlow. Even Casey Calloway can learn to wait his turn.”
