Page 115 of Wrong Pucking Player

When he can’t answer, Leo smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I rest my case.”

The sound of the door unlocking from behind Leo draws our attention.A second later, the door opens, and voices come from the other side.

“You’re stupid to think not covering that shit isn’t a safety hazard,” a familiar voice grunts.

“Oh, c’mon, Armani. What the fuck am I covering it with? Paper?” There’s Xandra’s voice. “I can’t even reach it without a ladder, and I don’t have one of those.”

“Then ask for help.” Armani walks out of her place but hasn’t noticed us in the hall yet as he turns to face the team nurse in question with her white and blue scrubs.

“Never,” she emphasizes the word and crosses her arms over her chest. “You’ll have to pry it out of me.”

I’m shocked when the low chuckle reaches my ears.

Oscar rarely laughs for anyone, but her… he’s expressed more emotions the last few days than in the years I’ve known him.

Oscar leans close enough to make Xandra freeze in place.

“You know that can be arranged.”

She tries to speak, but it literally comes out in rambles that make her groan and shift on her feet.

“Dammit! Go home.”

“Nah. I ordered food here. I just got something to do. Probably need a smoke.”

“Food?! You aren’t eating here.”

“Didn’t Mr. Champion say if the renovations can’t be done, you’ll have to stay at someone else’s place until then?”

“Y-Yes, but that has nothing to do with you eating here!”

“Can’t leave you alone, Andrews. Coach Johnson would blame me if something happens to our team nurse.”

“He would not!”

“He would,” Oscar emphasizes and even pulls out his phone to show her his screen. “See.”

“You have Coach Johnson as a contact and text him?”

“Got to, just in case I have to ask permission for stuff.”

“P-Permission?!”Xandra exclaims.

“Got Coach Cyrus on here, too.”

“Liar!”

“You know I ain’t lying.” He gives her a smug grin. “Anyway, you need help or not?”

She stares at him with those pouty lips.“Fine.”

“What?” Oscar begins and leans in even closer. “I didn’t hear you, Andrews.”

They share a look so intense, my heart is racing from the sexual friction between them.

“I need your help with covering the fucking panel.”

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