“I need to up myCroaking Creaturesgame.”
“You donotplay.”
“Porty Picky’s my favorite character. What’s yours?”
Her mouth goes round. “You just googled that.”
“I was late to an orientation thing because he was trying to get a double-death one day last week,” Paisley yells.
“Eighty thousand dollars,” Mr.Not Gonna Win Tonightbarks.
“One hundred.” I stare straight at Addie, my paddle still up in the air. “Ten more if you tell me your favorite character.”
“Fluffle Bucket,” she says. “And I got atriple-death before I came here to get dressed.”
“You can play one-handed?”
“I can do a lot of things one-handed.”
Fuck. Me. Again.
I just popped a boner.
Worst part?
Betting I’m not the only one in this room that just happened to. And if I find out who any of the other boner-sporters are, I’m kicking their asses.
“That was hot,” Rooster murmurs.
“Quit looking at her if you don’t want to lose your eyeballs,” I murmur back.
Every last one of my friends at the table turns and stares at me. Paisley does too.
“One hundred and ten thousand dollars,” Levi says. “Do I hear one-twenty?”
The fucker beside me throws his paddle on the table and glares at me.
Makes me wonder if he had that eighty to begin with.
“Going once,” Levi says.
“Waverly, you can bid on me again,” Addie says.
“I lost my paddle,” Waverly calls back.
“Going twice…” Levi’s laughing as he says it.
Addie stares at me.
“You’re a fucking ass,” the actual fucking ass at the next table says in my direction.
Zeus stands up to his full six-foot-nine height and glares past me. “Say that again to my buddy’s face. And then I’m gonna rearrange yours.”
“And sold,” Levi says. “To our very own captain of the Thrusters, who apparently has secret hobbies that all of the pundits will be asking about as soon as hockey training camp starts this year. Nicely done, Coach Addie. Way to beat the record for highest bid ever recorded at the annual athletes’ auction.”
“This wouldn’t have happened if I wore my baseball pants,” she replies.
The crowd laughs again.
