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“Does that bother you?” I instantly got jealous at the idea thatshewas jealous. Not to mention it wasn’t lost on me that she had just said he was kind of hot.

“It bothers me that he is in my space.”

“Maybe if we flirt with him, he will leave,” Erin suggested. “I tend to scare men away.”

“No!” I jumped up and started pacing, making other people in the restaurant take notice and look at me strangely. “Don’t go near him.”

“Are you jealous Mr. Coach? Rhys. Peyton. Man?” She was slurring even more, giggling at herself.

“You know I don't like him, Ash. I don’t want him anywhere near you. It's bad enough he’s your coach.”

“Well don’t you worry, Mister. I don’t think his dick is as big as yours. And that is what I told Erin.”

“For fuck sake,” I whispered, looking around the room like everyone could hear her. “I’m in Atlanta, but I’m going to text you the code to my apartment. If you need a place to go, you both can go there for the night.”

“I know you’re in Atlanta. You kept lifting the leg of your shorts and those thighs, Rhysssss, those thighs. You have the best thighs.”

“You watched the game?” I smiled again, not being able to help myself.

“Most of it,” she giggled. “Enough to know you overused your left foot, and probably didn’t drink rum before the game.”

She noticed. Fuck, my chest was warming up. I had to squeeze my fist just to keep from rubbing the area where my heart was rapidly beating of my heart.

“Ash, just go to my place if you need to, okay?”

“Why would we need a place to go? Ohhh shit, Hunter just saw us… he’s coming this way.”

The phone call ended abruptly and I turned back to Levi. Before I could even say anything, he tossed me the keys to his car and took another pull of his beer.

“Leave my car at the airport and I’ll grab it later. I already texted James and he’s ready for takeoff.”

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Ash

Seeing Hunter show up made us groan and take another shot of rum. How were we supposed to have fun with Mr. Creepy around?

I would have assumed he was there to spy on us and be weird if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was with a girl. He seemed pretty into the poor woman, and hadn’t even looked around for us since we saw him walk in. It was safe to assume he had no idea we were there.

Rum made me do some stupid things though. For starters, I called Rhys to tell him Hunter was there, and then proceeded to tell him his thighs were fucking hot.

I had confided in her about Rhys not being a fan of Hunter—mostly because I wasn’t a fan of his. Then I said, “Watch this,” and stupidly called Rhys to tell him Hunter was at the club.

Erin laughed her ass off until Hunter started walking toward us. We had been spotted and I hung up on Rhys so he didn’t get mad at whatever Hunter had to say. Again, I knew that was stupid, but the rum was talking and I was losing control.

“Hey ladies,” Hunter nodded at us, his eyes looking beady and angry.

“We can be here, we are not kids,” I blurted, hearing my own self slur.

“I’m not here to say you can’t,” Hunter snapped. “But I wouldn’t be much of a coach if I didn’t come say hi and ask you two to be careful.”

“We were hiding from you,” Erin laughed even though she was trying to sound serious.

“You ladies are already drunk and doing a shit job of hiding.”

“I called Rhys!” I practically yelled it, like it mattered to him, and I instantly regretted that as Hunter’s brow furrowed and his snarl surfaced.

“Rhys Peyton?”

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