Page 229 of Santa Daddies
Not intentionally.
“All right, baby,” he said through the door. “I know you’re there, but you’re obviously not ready to talk to me yet.”
She leaned her forehead against the door.
“I’m going to stand here and tell you a few things, though. Just listen, okay? Knock on the door if you can do that for me.”
Worry for him flooded her. It was cold out there and he shouldn’t stand on his leg for too long. But she pushed that worry aside.
He wasn’t hers to worry over.
And he was a grown man. He could take care of himself.
Still, she found herself knocking once on the door. Maybe she just needed the closure. To find out why he’d acted the way he had.
“All right, baby. We’ll do it your way. Just . . . I need to ask you something. Knock once for no, twice for yes. Okay?”
She knocked twice. This was definitely easier. She didn’t have to see his face. See him look at her in confusion and disgust. Or talk to him.
That was a definite bonus.
“That’s a good girl. Do you know who I am?”
She stared at the door in confusion. How did she answer that? Of course she knew who he was. He was Anson.
“Sorry. I told you that I got hurt in a car accident, right?”
Right.
“But do you know that I played pro ball? That I had a contract worth millions? And that car accident was caused by my agent who picked me up from a party. He lied to me and told me that he wasn’t doing any drugs. He crashed and walked away with barely a scratch. While I . . . lost everything.”
Oh my god.
She’d had no clue about all of that.
She knocked once on the door and then dropped her hand.
Anson blew out a breath. “You didn’t know.”
Was that why he was upset? Because she didn’t know who he was? No. That didn’t make any sense. Was it because he thought she did know and that her notes in her book were . . . what?
Something that she might use against him.
What were his rules?
No lying. No invading his privacy.
Maybe he thought she’d done both. Lied about who she was or what she knew. And that she’d been going to tell someone about him.
“All right,” he breathed out. “You didn’t know who I was. And you weren’t writing those things in your book to use them in an article? To sell my story?”
What? No!
Horror filled her. Was that really what he’d thought? That she could do something like that to him?
He didn’t think much of her.
Then again, he didn’t really know her, did he? Just like she didn’t know him. She’d had no idea that he was a successful pro-athlete.
