That someone, of course, was the gorgeous blonde whose swaying hips had all my attention as she stomped up the sidewalk on the way to her car.
“Right.”Her sarcasm drew the word out to three syllables, and since I was behind her, I didn’t bother to hide my grin.
All afternoon she’d pretended she wasn’t interested, that she’d mostly forgotten our little tryst from a few months ago.But I didn’t play games.I’d taken every opportunity to look at her, absorb her face, imprint it on my mind, which meant I’d caught her checking me out more than once.She maybe didn’t want to be interested in me, but she was interested.
The next step was to convince her to act on that interest.
She clicked her key fob next to a pearlescent white Mercedes SUV and walked around the front of it to the driver’s side.Damn.Apparently, Saylor came from money.Dating her was going to be tricky since I attended school on scholarship and had to save every penny of NIL money I could for the big-bucks expenses of chiropractic school after undergrad.
Grinning as I opened the passenger door, I reminded myself I could be creative.Based on the way she’d responded to my touches all afternoon, once I managed that first date, I had a better than even shot at more.Having experienced a taste of her hotter-than-hell kisses on one magical evening, and after an afternoon of her running her smart mouth as we played games and drank beer, I knew one date would never be enough.
“Nice wheels,” I said as I slid onto the buttery-soft, chocolate-brown leather seat.“A classy ride for a classy lady.”I smiled at her as I buckled myself in.
“Thanks.It’s a hand-me-down from my parents.”
I let go a low whistle.“Some hand-me-down.”Before she could bristle up into full hedgehog prickly, I said, “You take care of it well.”
“My parents are architects.They like beautiful things, and they’ve drilled into us that beautiful things deserve respect, which means taking good care of them.”She put the SUV in gear and headed up the street.
“Us, huh?You have sibs?”
“A younger brother.”
“Yeah?Tell me about him.”
She sighed.“No doubt Mason is going to play college football on scholarship somewhere after he graduates high school next year.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.Don’t you want him to play?”
“It’s not that.I’m proud of him.He’s going to be the bane of every quarterback’s existence.”She shot me a smirk.“But there is more to life than football.”
We stopped for a red light, and she glanced over to catch my incredulous stare.
“Well, there is,” she insisted.
I let go a chuckle.“You’re right.Life makes room for fun afternoons showing off your cornhole skills and for fancy parties where you can kiss a stranger to within an inch of his life and walk away.”
“Are you holding a grudge?”she asked as she signaled for a right turn.Guess she didn’t need directions to my new place.
“Nope.I’m hoping for another opportunity to kiss you.”
“You’re terribly blunt—you know that?”Her tone said she couldn’t quite figure out how to feel about my honesty.
“More like you left an impression.Now I’m wondering if I’ve blown it up in my head or if you were actually that good.”I challenged her with a teasing grin.
She pulled up in front of Dally’s—my—place and parked, but she didn’t shut off the engine.
Not promising.
“I didn’t give you directions.How did you know where to go?”
“Dalton and Taco are SCRs.Plus, the players take turns hosting the parties after home games, so I’ve been to a few here.”
My brow went up.“Huh.Dally didn’t mention that part when he was showing me around the house.”
The corner of her luscious mouth quirked up.“The football team throws the best parties.Looks like you’re going to have to get used to hosting bashes.”
Taking a chance, I said, “I could get used to attending bashes with you.”
