Page 22 of Fair Play
“I know you like me and I like you.”
What the hell am I doing?
I just got done convincing myself this couldn’t happen, and now I’m throwing caution to the wind.
Big time.
This is Athena’s fault for putting ideas in my head.
But it’s too late to take it back, and I honestly don’t want to.
I’ve never felt an attraction like this before, and even if it’s a one-and-done kind of thing, I can’tnotsee what might happen.
“It’s just dinner, Rome. And Bodi doesn’t have to know.”
He doesn’t respond for what feels like a long time.
Then he reaches out and runs his knuckles across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.
“We both know it’s going to be more than dinner.”
Chapter 8
Rome
If I was smart,I’d run for the hills.
But I’ve never been all that bright when it comes to women.
And there’s something about this one that’s making me fall right back into all the stupid habits I thought I’d broken free from.
“It’s actually two-fold,” she admits.
“Tell me more,” I let my hand fall away but I don’t move otherwise, watching her pretty face as she lights up with excitement. That might be my favorite thing about her.
“Your sister introduced me to her friend Nita? Do you know her?”
“Sure. They’ve been friends since they were little. I think elementary school.”
“She just opened a 50s style diner. The waiters there are making bank and when we chatted on the phone, she invited me to come check it out. And I can bring a friend. Since I’m a broke college student, I thought it would allow me a way todo something nice for you while also taking care of something important for myself.”
Nita married a billionaire right out of college, who promptly dropped dead a year later, leaving her with more time and money than anyone should have. And for some reason, everything she touches in business turns to gold. She’s even richer than she was when her husband died. So if this is her dream child, I’m sure it’s going to do well.
“All right,” I say after a moment. “I’ll go with you.”
“What’s your schedule?” she says, typing something into her computer. “Mine is probably busier than yours, minus the travel.”
“We have a game tomorrow night, we’re off Friday, another game Saturday, and we leave Sunday for nearly two weeks.”
“Okay, I work at the grocery store on Friday, but it’s a day shift, so we could go Friday night. Seven?”
“And how do we explain leaving together?”
She smirks. “We don’t. I work until six, and I’ll change and get ready at the store, and then meet you there.”
“All right.” I can’t seem to move out of her orbit, staring into her eyes, tryingnotto stare at the swell of her braless tits beneath a soft, lightweight sweatshirt that shows every curve. I can see her nipples poking through and I’d bet my last dollar at least one of them is…pierced.
Fuck.
