Rhett: You pointed out that I didn’t score any points. Not exactly what I want to hear right after a tough loss.
Me: It was a reference to what we talked about earlier! You wanted to hook up after the game, and I told you only if you scored two points!
Me: You even said “challenge accepted”!
Rhett: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Rhett: Fuck. The game was so shitty that I forgot all about that. I thought you were laughing at me for not scoring any points.
Me: You thought I would taunt you after a loss?
Rhett: No! That’s why I was so surprised and pissed off!
Me: I was trying to say that I would fuck you despite the loss! I was trying to make you feel better!
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Rhett.
“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he said as soon as I answered. “I took your text message the wrong way because I’m in a bad mood. Coach really chewed us out tonight.”
“It’s okay,” I said with a laugh. “I’m glad I texted you when I got home. Otherwise this would be a really dumb misunderstanding.”
“I’ve been seething for the last hour,” Rhett admitted. “I thought you were trying tough love or something. Taunting me for not scoring any points to try to, like, light a fire under me.”
“Why would I do that? I’m just the trainer.”
“Like I said: I’m such a fucking idiot.”
“Do you hear that?” I asked.
“Hear what?”
“That.” I paused for a few seconds. “That’s the sound of me not disagreeing with you. Youarea fucking idiot, Rhett.”
He laughed. “Is it too late to invite you over?”
“You missed your chance. I’ve changed into my sweatpants.”
“I like a girl in sweatpants.”
“These aren’t my sexy sweatpants. They’re the ugly, baggy ones with food stains all over them.”
“Do you really think that would stop me from ripping them off your body? You could be wearing a potato sack and I’d still want to fuck you, June.”
I felt myself smile. “That’s nice to hear. But you missed your chance tonight.”
“How about tomorrow night, then? After practice?”
“I have a date with your teammate.”
“Cole’s a Boy Scout,” Rhett replied. “Or whatever the Canadian version of the Boy Scouts is. Your date will end with a kiss on the cheek by nine o’clock. So when that’s done, give me a call and I’ll come over.”
“We’ll see.”
“I still don’t know why you even agreed to go out with him,” he went on. “You’d have a lot more fun going out with me.”
“You’ve never actually asked me out on a date,” I pointed out. “We’ve never even seen each other’s places. We had sex at work.”
“Hell yeah we did,” he said suggestively. “And it was great.”
