Page 48 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

Chapter Nineteen

sophie

Joe follows me out of the ballroom. Honestly, I’m glad he’s walking me to my room. Guys like Matt Lowry are way too arrogant to take no for an answer.

“I know why you’re here,” Joe says as he catches up to me.

“In New York?” I glance back at him. His eyes are hard.

“I meant,” he says, his voice getting gruff, “I know why you’re working with the team.”

I laugh. “Yeah, I’m finding out that almost everyone does. I’ve never worked at a place with so many leaks. That’s probably part of the problem with the media.”

He holds the elevator door open for me. “No matter what you’ve been told, Liza Murray is the problem—not one of the players.”

“Seb told me he was the one who asked for her to be removed from the clubhouse.”

He sighs and rubs his face. “That dumbass. I told him not to tell you. Are you going to tell Gary?

“Yeah, probably.” I shrug. “Seb doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.”

He rolls his eyes. “Seb wouldn’t have a problem if you stuck an ice pick right in his eye. He’s not thinking with his brain where you’re concerned.”

“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But bottom line, Gary’s going to find out it was Seb eventually. And I’m not sure what the big deal is. I’m here because the media’s saying the organization’s sexist. If that wasn’t why he asked for her to be removed, he just needs to tell everyone the reason—”

Joe grabs my arm and glares down at me. “He’s not going to tell anyone the reason. And that’s why no one needs to know it was him. The story’s going to cycle out like they all do. Keep your mouth shut until then.”

As the elevator door opens on my floor, I pull my arm back and walk quickly out into the hallway. “Are you threatening me?”

“I’m not threatening you.” He follows me off, but stops walking when I hold up my hands.

“It sure sounded like that.” I start backing away from him. I nod my head down the hallway. “My room’s down there. I don’t want you to walk me the rest of the way.”

He takes a few steps away from me. “I’ll watch you until you get inside.”

“That’s not necessary.” I’m still backing toward my room. I don’t want to take my eyes off him.

“It’s necessary because if anything happens to you Seb will kill me.”

“Funny because the only one I’m worried about right now is you.” I swipe my keycard and slam the door behind me. I turn the deadbolt and lean against the wall. My head’s spinning again.

My eyes dart around the room as I flip on the lights. I look in the shower, the closet, and under the bed. I know I’m alone, but I’m starting to get freaked out. As I dive into bed and pull the covers around me, I call Roman. He answers on speaker.

“Sophia!” He yells as a flurry of other voices say my name. There’s loud music playing in the background.

“Roman, I need you alone,” I yell to try to be heard over the din.

“Oh, Soph,” he laughs, “I’m flattered, but you know I don’t swing that way.”

“I swing that way, Sophie.” Roman’s brother Carlos shouts. “I need you alone, too.”

“If you swing your dick anywhere near her, I will cut it off,” Roman growls at him.

“Roman!” I yell into the phone again. “I need to talk to you—alone.”

He takes the phone off speaker. “Soph, what’s wrong? I’m walking back to my office. Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m still in New York. I’m safe.”

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