Page 14 of Dirty Filthy Boy
Chapter 6
Ty
AS SOONAS WE REACH THE FAR SIDE OF THE PARKING LOT, MacKenna lets me have it. "That stunt you pulled in there was embarrassing.You humiliated me."
I shrug. "Don't know why. I saved your food."
"You actually think that macho posturing is going to prevent someone from stealing it?"
"Yep. The men won't touch it. Too scared of what I'll do to them. And the women think my gesture is romantic. You might want to say thank you, by the way." I throw in just to get her even more riled up.
Her jaw drops as smoke practically steams out of her ears. "Thank you? Thank you?" Her pink cheeks turn apple red, and she goes from beautiful to stunning.
I execute a small bow. "You're welcome."
Her eyes bulge. "You've got some nerve, you know that."
Smiling, I cross my arms across my chest and broaden my stance. "It's all part of the Ty package."
"The Ty package?"
I wink at her. "I can show you the more interesting part, if you like."
"You could show me?" Struggling not to blow a gasket, she fists her hands. Wouldn't that make a magnificent sight? To my great disappointment, after a few seconds, she relaxes and whooshes out a hard sigh. "Men."
"Yep." I rock back on my heels. "That's what I am."
A cold breeze slashes between us, tussling her gorgeous curls, making her shiver. It might be early September, but the weather's turned cooler, and the wind's blowing like a son of a bitch out of Lake Michigan. That sweater she's wearing can't possibly keep her warm. I could volunteer my services to heat her up in my SUV, but she's nowhere ready to go to the next level with me.
She digs in her purse and retrieves her car keys. "Well, I better get going. Thank you for the interview and lunch."
Another gust of wind turns her nipples rock hard. And suddenly reality smacks me in the face. She can't go to the Boys & Girls Club in that sweater and tight skirt. Either will have my teammates salivating. Both, and I'll have a fight on my hands. She needs to change clothes to prevent bloodshed. I point to her. "That sweater and skirt won't work. You'll need to put on something else—jeans, a sweatshirt, sneakers—to go to the rec center."
She looks down at herself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"Nothing. It's a perfect outfit for work. But we're going to throw around a few footballs and you might be required for show and tell." There is no might about it. I will use her to teach the kids how to throw a perfect spiral.
Her face scrunches. "Show and tell?"
"When I demonstrate how to pitch the ball, you'll be my assistant." I pull out the car keys from my jacket, twirl the ring around my finger.
"But I've never thrown a football."
"And that's why the kids will get a kick out of it. If I can teach you how to lob one, it'll give them hope."
"Use one of your teammates. They certainly know how to throw . . . and catch."
"And risk being smacked by a whiff of funky BO? I don't think so. You"—I lean in and breathe in her lavender-rose scent—"smell way better than any of them."
She peeks up at me through her lashes, a flirty move from any other woman, but doubt she realizes it as such. From everything I've seen, she doesn't seem the flirty kind. Another breeze kicks by, and she rubs her hands up and down her arms. "I'm not going to win this argument, am I?"
Sensing a victory, I grin. "Nope."
"Fine. I'll need to go home and change. You go ahead and I'll meet you at the Boys and Girls Club." She tosses over her shoulder as she heads toward the edge of the parking lot.
I stop my key twirling and rush after her. The club is in a dangerous part of town. Anything could happen to her on the way over. I'll be damned before I let her risk that drive by herself. "I have a better idea. Why don't I follow you to your place. After you change, we can ride in my car."
"I don't think that would be a good idea." By now we've reached the junker she climbed into at the Outlaws parking lot. There's a dent in the rear passenger door that wasn't there before.
