Page 76 of Play of Love
“Safe from what?” She chuckled.
“Just come. And close your eyes.” Most of the guys would have gone home so I was hoping the locker room would be clear.
“I’m not going in there.”
I ignored her protests and pulled her through the door. The aim was to get her to my quiet little corner of the room. However, to my misfortune we encountered Ty, Philip, Scott, and that damn Gage, who was showing off his latest tattoo. Everyone else was dressed, but no not Gage. The conceited bastard was shirtless and, to my further dismay, Amy’s eyes glued to him looking at the sculptured muscles along his abs. I could have murdered him right then.
Seriously, and to make matters worse, Gage saw her and indulged in the admiration with his stupid self by flexing his muscles for her and kissing his arms.
I stopped in my tracks and glared at him. “Watch it, quarterback. If you want to keep those eyes you better look away right the hell now.”
Gage just laughed, and so did the other guys.
“Keep going, old man,” Gage joked.
Old.
It was that stupid joke again. Yes, it was funny, but not in front of Amy. “I’m a month older than you, asshole.”
“Yes, older.” Gage laughed with his annoying self.
“Josh, is there a reason why I’m in here?” Amy tried to pull her hand away but I held on and decided to leave Gage alone.
I continued in the opposite direction to where my stuff was and only released her hand when we reached it.
“What is the matter with you? You’re acting like a crazy person.” Amy shook her head and tucked her golden hair behind her ear.
“Oh, so you noticed?” I took off my jersey and shoulder pads.
“I think everyone did.” She widened her eyes at me. “And you’re treating your friends like dirt.”
“What was so funny?” I stared at her.
“What do you mean?” She smiled.
“What did Corey say to make you laugh so much?”
Her mouth dropped and she looked surprised. “You’re jealous.”
“I am not jealous of that pea brain, horse-riding cow.” Yes I was jealous, alright. Crazy jealous.
“Oh great, then you’ll be pleased to hear that Corey and I will be going to the Mandarin restaurant on Saturday.”
“Corey and you are what?” I sent my fist straight into the locker, denting it and popping the door off the hinge.
Shit, Coach was going to have my head for that, but I had more serious things to worry about. Looks like I needed to kick Corey’s ass. As I moved to go she came up to me and took my hand.
“I was joking, but clearly I was right.” She cut a glance at the locker. “I can’t believeyou’rejealous.”
“I’m notjealous.”
“Okay fine. So, next topic as we’re here, have you decided on the ad yet?”
I didn’t know what she was talking about. She let go of my hand and leaned against the lockers on the other side of them.
“Baby, what ad?” I was getting tired of these magazines and their ads.
“Calvin Klein,” she grimaced.
