Page 11 of Scoring Truth
We both look at our hands in amazement. My big rough one covers her small soft one, and our eyes meet. Hers are wide and round. Clearly, she’s feeling the same thing I am.
And just as fast as it happens, she snatches her hand from mine, knocking the iced tea she’s drinking across the table. I slide my chair backwards to avoid getting soaked by the drink. Penelope jumps up, bumping into the table, which only rockets the iced tea my way faster.
“Oh, my God!” She quickly runs to grab napkins, and I try to keep my face down and out of view. But Penelope is quickly making a scene just by being her, and I realize no one is giving me a second look. As she turns her back to grab napkins, a few patrons laugh at her jerky movements while the guys behind the counter watch her ass.
And it angers me.
Then it turns me on as I watch her ass. Round and plump and, fuck, I want her bouncing on my lap.
“I’m so sorry!” She runs back to me and begins dabbing my shirt and lap with napkins. I’m doing my best to think of anything but her sliding over my dick. I will my hard-on to go down, but I know the moment she realizes she’s doing more than trying to dry me off. Her eyes go round and her lips part. My lips roll in, and I try to feel embarrassed, but I just don’t.
This woman is like no other I’ve ever met.
“Jameson Winters!”
And just as quickly as I’m turned on, I’m turned off when I realize I’m being recognized.
“Fuck.” I whisper to myself.
“Jameson!”
“It’s our QB!”
“Jameson! Can I get an autograph?’
“How about a picture?”
Phones are out, and the commotion that I always try to avoid has ensued.
“How do they know your name?” Penelope asks, but before I can answer her, she’s pushed away from me, and I’m being crowded.
Standing quickly from my chair, I shout. “Hey! No way! Don’t push her!” I grab Penelope by the hand and pull her up against my side. She fits perfectly next to me, and her eyes grow even wider.
“I’m sorry. I’ll explain later. Just stay close to me,” I whisper to her and then turn to the crowd. “Guys, settle down. I will sign and take pictures with you all, but we can’t let this get out of control.”
I wave to the kids behind the counter. “Lock the door and close for the night. I’ll pay for the missing hours of sales.”
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Penelope
What the hell is going on right now? My first look at Jameson had me taking a second look and then a third. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Jameson is a prime male specimen. He’s ruggedly handsome, tall, built but not bulky, and he kept eye contact with me the entire time.
Then he laid his hand on mine to calm my nervous nature, and I thought someone had electrocuted me. I assumed the movies invented this feeling. That all the books I’ve daydreamed about, long after I’ve finished reading them, exaggerated this feeling. You know the ones. They’ve all ruined me for finding an actual boyfriend.
And then, as usual, I ruined it. I spilled iced tea all over him, but instead of running for the door, he got excited. Like, big time excited. Once more, I believed that was only a fictional occurrence.
But then chaos happened. The people inside the coffee house began calling his name, and flashes went off.
Who the hell is this guy?
“Lock the door and close for the night. I’ll pay for the missing hours of sales.”
He's got me right by his side, leaving me speechless and confused as I am completely unaware of what's happening.
“When I said I work for the Warriors, I meant the South Carolina Warriors.”
I continue to stare at him.
