I grinned before responding.
Me:Answer your damn phone, Destiny.
I laughed when she responded with multiple angry face emoji’s. Thankfully, the car ride was rather short and I was dropped off in front of a private, back entrance at the hotel. I was able to avoid seeing anyone as I headed up to my hotel suite on the top floor. My sponsors always paid for most of my accommodations when I made trips like these, but due to my family’s wealth and my own celebrity, I always got top floor suites as a matter of security. I often traveled with security. Though, they were obscured from the general public, they were with me ninety percent of the time.
Once I reached my suite, I FaceTimed Destiny again. I tossed my bag on the living room couch with my free arm as I headed to the bedroom.
“You’re rude,” she answered, eyes narrowed, lips jutting out slightly.
I had to tamp down on the biggest urge to run my tongue around those lips. The next time I saw her in person those fucking lips were mine to devour. Mark my words.
“I’ve been called worse.” I shrugged, grinning at how cute she looked with what appeared to be a robe covering her body and a white towel twisted over her head, covering her hair.
“I was just getting out of the shower and washing my hair.”
I frowned. “I am deeply sorry to have missed that. Want to get back in and let me watch?” I wiggled my eyebrows, smirking at her.
A soft giggled escaped her lips and her eyelashes lowered, bashfully.
Holy shit.
The confident, take on a room full of testosterone-laden football players, Destiny McDonald was hot as hell. This, just getting out of the shower, laughing and blushing over my corny jokes Destiny McDonald was hotas fuck.
“You’re such a guy.”
“Thank you,” I dipped my head.
“That wasn’t a com— Never mind.”
I chuckled, plopping down on the large, king-sized bed.
“How’s your trip going?”
“Slowly. Too slow.”
She frowned. “Why? You don’t like LA?”
“I don’t like any city that you and I aren’t both in.”
She blinked. “We barely know each other.”
“So?”
“So, how can you even say things like that? We haven’t even been on a real date yet.”
“Which, I’ve already told you I will be taking care of as soon as our first game of the season is over, next week. I hope you have an outfit picked out.”
She shook her head, smiling. “This will never work.”
I frowned, sitting up. “Why not?”
“Because, uh, because … you’re too young.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Seriously? You’re pulling the age card? You’re an ageist? Is that what you’re telling me, Destiny?”
Her forehead wrinkled. “Ageist?”
“Yeah, it’s like racist but against people of a different age. Or maybe it is my race.”
