Page 60 of False Play
He’s got you there.
No, he doesn’t, I hissed back at my brain.
Great. I was having conversations with myself now. Just what I needed.
My phone buzzed in my hand, and a sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach before I even read the text.
Evelyn
Yay! The girls are going to be so excited.
I involuntarily cringed. I didn’t know if it was me, but Evelyn sounded almosttoofake. It was hard to gauge people’s intentions with a text, but I knew her. She had never been so polite with me.
Henry shifted closer to me. “Hey, you okay? You look…”
I glared at him. “Please, delight me with your detective skills.”
He reared back in surprise. “Okay, wow, yeah. You’re irritated today. Why?”
Annoyance flickered through me, because how dare he be right? How could he read me so easily and guess all these random things? But what pissed me off the most was how he could act like normal when the previous night he decided tovolunteer as tribute to satisfy my needs.
This was why I couldn’t stand hockey players. They were so overconfident and full of themselves. The way he dared to walk away and act normal for the rest of the night, like he hadn’t casually thrown my world off-kilter with his comment.
The man had balls; I’d give him that much. It wasn’t like I had any desire to sleep with anyone, but it was a matter of principle. Acting like he had the right to tell me what to do was an asshole move. Though it wasn’t like I had the most active sexual life before, anyway.
Sex between me and Joe had been…okay, I guess. But he always made it seem like a chore rather than a way for us to connect through intimacy, so eventually, I stopped trying.
I hadn’t had sex in so long for good reason. I couldn’t manage that type of personal connection with anyone. Much less with Henry.No, thank you. I saw no appeal to being another number on his endless sexual conquest list.
Liar, liar. Pants on fire.Are we going to pretend you didn’t have the most mind-blowing self-inflicted orgasm of your life to the thought of him?
“I’m not mad,” I snapped. “Go get ready, the training starts in ten minutes.”
“Where are your skates?” he asked.
I frowned. “Why the hell would I need skates?”
“You’re always near me during photo ops.”
“I’ll be right here.” I waved my hand around. “In dry, normal walking land, where it’s perfectly safe.”
He looked at me curiously. “Do you know how to skate?”
I locked my phone and placed it in the back pocket of my jeans. “What kind of question is that?”
He sat and started to untie the laces of his skates. “Huh,” he murmured to himself then looked at me. “Come to think of it, every family skate event we’ve had since you started working here, I’ve never seen you on the ice.”
“I plan those events, I’m too busy to skate.”
“The family skate event is in January, right?”
God, this man was giving me a headache.
“Yes, and?”
“It’s settled, then. We’ll skate together then.”
“Hard pass.”
