Page 14 of Steamy Dunk
Parker couldn't help but smile at her now that he realized what was really going on.
"That is interesting because I am also here for work," he replied matter-of-factly.
Her smile got bigger and she moved the papers closer to her, nodding for him to take the seat next to her after all.
"Well, that would explain the Chicago Ignition fans that have been bugging me."
He gave her a strange look and she pointed to the logo on the jacket she was wearing. His jacket.
She stole his fucking jacket, took it to another state, and continued to wear it. He wasn't sure if he was impressed or incredulous, but it did make his dick twitch thinking of her wearing it all these days even after she took it from his place.
"Do you know how many men have tried to sit down next to me just because they think I'm a Chicago Ignition fan?"
Parker shrugged and leaned in a little closer. "That's what you get for stealing my warm-up jacket."
"I didn't steal it. I just borrowed it."
"Really?"
"Yes, really," she said. "Do you honestly think I would keep this thing when it doesn't even fit me?"
She held up her arms and he noticed that she had rolled up the sleeves by a lot just to get it to sort of fit and she was almost swimming in the rest of it.
"So why did you steal it?"
"It was easy to grab as I walked out the door," she said sheepishly.
"So why did you take it on a road trip with you?"
"It's not a road trip," Violet said. "It's a work trip."
"You took my warm-up jacket on a work trip with you. Why?"
Parker could see the flush in her cheeks out of something that he wasn't really sure of. Maybe she was embarrassed that she got caught or she didn't have an answer.
He also wasn't really sure of her reaction either. She stole his warm-up jacket and was sitting at a bar in another city wearing it. He should be pissed off, right? Maybe find it creepy. And yet, she looked cute in it and he kind of liked the fact that a girl was wearing his jacket.
Well, a woman. He had a girlfriend in high school who liked to wear his letter jacket, which was stupid because no one even gets letter jackets anymore. But his mother insisted and his girlfriend wanted to wear it.
But this warm-up jacket on Violet was just something else.
Violet gave him a tight smile and turned back to him, but he wasn't about to expect an explanation for all of this. It was Violet after all and she didn't seem like the type of woman who would give him an explanation like that.
"Listen, I took your jacket."
"You did."
"And you didn't call me to find out where it was."
Busted.
"Well, uh--"
Violet waved her hand in his direction to quiet him. "I didn't call you either, and I'm sorry about that." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I was going to be gone all week for work and I decided I would send you a text to return your jacket when I got back."
"I also was going to be gone all week for work and thought I would send you a text about my jacket when I got back."
Violet laughed and he couldn't help but feel that weird butterfly thing in his stomach and the twitch of his dick again. This woman was definitely something different.
