Several people walked by, most of them pausing when they saw me. I noticed a woman get out her phone. I took a hold of Morgan’s arm, opened the door to her building and pulled her inside.
“Excuse me, let go.” She yanked her arm out of my grasp.
“Do you want to have your face plastered all over the gossip sites again?” I hissed. I pointed to the woman stood outside, still holding her phone up. I moved out of view.
“God, is this how it is for you all the time?” Morgan asked, sounding aghast.
I shrugged, not bothering to answer her.
“That must suck.” She peeked around the corner to where several people were now standing, most likely waiting for me to come back out.
I didn’t care about them. I was used to it. But I knew it was only a matter of time until someone came in looking for the football star so I had to talk fast.
“Look, I thought we had a decent time on Friday—”
Morgan snorted. I raised my eyebrow. “I seem to remember you enjoying yourself.”
“I’m surprised you remember anything,” she muttered.
She was being prickly. Part of me appreciated the challenge. It had been a long time since a woman had given me one. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure I had the patience to get past whatever wall she was building.
“Okay, clearly you’re not interested in continuing what we started. I don’t make it a habit of putting myself out there for women that shoot me down. This is a one time offer, love. Take it or leave it.” I took a step toward her. She was sexy. I could smell her perfume. It was nice. Not overpowering. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup. She seemed to be a natural kind of woman. I liked that.
Morgan crossed her arms over her chest, which only emphasized her amazing breasts. Perky. Not too large. Not too small. Just fucking right.
“What the hell are you even offering? Or do I even want to know?”
“A chance to get to know me better.” I leaned in close, my lips next to her ear. “To scratch that itch.”
She chuckled. “There are creams for that you know.”
This was definitely not going how I intended it to and I was losing patience. “Okay, well I’ll leave you two tickets at the box office for Saturday’s game. Bring a friend. Come see me play.”
“Why?” she countered.
I grinned. “Because I’m good, love. In all things.”
She laughed. A genuine, husky laugh that made my dick twitch. “Your ego needs to come down a peg or two I think.”
“Or maybe it just needs a little stroking,” I murmured, taking her hand and rubbing the palm with my thumb. Slow, lazy circles. “Come to my game.” I could feel the fluttering of her pulse in her wrist. For all her snarling and apparent indifference, she liked what I was doing. Her quickening heartbeat didn’t lie.
“I’d like to see you there,” I added for emphasis.
I wasn’t sure why I was making such an effort for her. Maybe it was her playing hard to get. I was a male after all. A male used to getting what I wanted. I liked having to work for it.
But only so hard.
Morgan flicked her hair over her shoulder but I noticed she didn’t pull her hand away. “Maybe. We’ll see.”
It was something.
I lifted her hand to my lips and softly kissed her knuckles. “You’ll be there,” I said with certainty.
Her dark eyes flashed and she pulled away. I let her.
This time.
“You’re so damn confident, aren’t you?”
