Page 107 of Test the Ice
That's so embarrassing.
Malaki
It’s not embarrassing to need me, Dimples.
“Are you finished with your meal, sir?”
I glance at the waiter. “Uh, yeah. I am.”
He takes my plate, and Rhodes cocks an eyebrow. “You didn’t eat much.”
I shrug. “I’m tired.”
“You barely played tonight. How are you tired?”
He tries to hide his knowing grin.
I turn away to ignore him and go back to my phone.
He chuckles and sits up a little taller, manhandling the conversation.
It may be my imagination that he’s doing it so I can continue texting Reese, but I’ll take it for what it is.
Reese
Just because I happen to accidentally bump you while sleeping does not mean I need you!
Me
Maybe…but you sure needed me the other night.
Quick visuals of Reese naked come to the forefront of my brain, and I’m forced to adjust myself.
Where the hell is the check?
Me
Not going to deny that? Good. Now let’s get back to how I’d make you pay if I were there. After I pull you in close, I’d rest my hand against your hip, just like I’ve been doing every night when you press up against me.
Reese
You haven’t been doing that...
Have you?
I place my Amex down before the waiter has a chance to dip away from the table again.
Coach Crawford laughs. “Eager to get to bed, Young?”
I shrug. “What can I say? Sitting on the bench is tiring.”
Coach Jones digs for his wallet. “Gotta save your strength and energy for the playoffs."
I tip my beer at him before taking a gulp then immediately get back to my phone.
Me
I have. You sleep better when I have my hand there.
