"I'd kill you," I threaten.
"Sabrina."
"What. Saint."
"When's my first meeting?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The meetings you set up for the bye week."
Oh, right.
"The first confirmed meeting is on Tuesday."
"Who's it with?"
"Wolf Athletics."
"Awesome, it's a date! I'll pick you up."
"It's not a date, and that makes no sense. I'm in Brooklyn, and you and Wolf are in the city. I'll come to you."
"Wolf is downtown on the East Side. Close to the bridge. I'll pick you up. What time?"
There's no point in arguing with his stubborn ass.
"The meeting is at ten."
"I'll be there at nine. Eight thirty if you're making omelets."
"Nine it is. I'll text you the address."
"No need. I already have it." He grins while patting the cell phone in his pocket. "Gotta go take a few pics now, and congrats on everything. I guess you're one step closer to meeting all of your five year goals, Freshman."
"Thanks," I say proudly.
His congratulations sounded sincere, so I guess I can put off questioning why the adorable creeper already has my home address, and why I'm smiling to myself that he does.
Chapter Nineteen
SABRINA
It's like a scene out of a sitcom. Me and Ariana Grande are singing our little hearts out in the shower and the doorbell rings. I turn down Ariana just to be sure that it's the bell I heard when I hear it ring again.
"Ugh!"
It can't be him.
It's only eight freaking o'clock.
"Give me a second," I holler running to the door wrapped in a towel.
There's nothing but a huge mass of muscle in a green military-styled jacket blocking the peephole of my door. I'd know those pectorals anywhere, and they belong to the one person I'm trying to avoid ever seeing me naked again.
"Morning!" He spreads his arms out as if I was really going to give him a hug hello.
"Why are you here all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? We agreed to nine." I say waiting for him to walk in. I notice he has a bag of groceries in his hand. "And hurry up and close the door. It's freezing."
