“I’m not?—”
“What’s your shirt size?” I ask again. “I’ll have Skylar find you one. We won’t have time to get it personalized with your name, but at least you will look like part of the team.”
Allie looks around the room like she’s trying to figure out where the hidden camera is. “I don’t think you’re hearing me.”
“Look, we really need the help, and Emory told me you used to play softball in high school. We need a pitcher…”
Allie pretends to think for a minute, her black polished nails tapping on the side of her skirt. “Hmm…still no.” She turns to leave.
“What if I gave you an incentive?” I call out to her retreating back. She stops in her tracks, and I take the opportunity to stand up and walk up behind her. “If you play with us and we win,” I whisper, bringing my mouth to her ear. “You get to come.”
A shudder racks through her body, tiny goosebumps forming along her pale skin.
“G-get to?”
“Yes. It would be a shame to let a perfectly good orgasm go to waste, but if you’re not there, I won’t have anyone to celebrate our win with.”
“Celebrate?” She doesn’t stutter this time, but her voice is low.
“Are you going to keep repeating my words, or are you going to give me an answer?”
She snaps out of the trance and rolls her eyes. “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she says ominously.
“Consider me warned,” I reply as her heels clack toward the open door. And because I’m no better than Declan, and also very likely a masochist, I look down as herjuicyass disappears down the hallway.
19
ALLIE
The sun sinksbelow the horizon as I mop the sweat pricking my forehead with the back of my hand, tipping up my hat in the process. The hat Ashton gave me a hard time about earlier.
“What the hell is that?” he asks, pointing to the navy-blue baseball cap with an illustrated slice of pizza in the middle.
“It’s my pizza hat, obviously,” I scoff.
“Yeah, no, I can see that. But why are you wearing a pizza hat? Did Skylar not give you the hat with our logo?”
“She did give it to me.”
“Okay…”
“I’m wearing this one. It’s my lucky hat.”
He smirks. “Hoping to get lucky, Chaos?”
I ignore his obvious innuendo. “You want to win this thing, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then I need my lucky pizza hat.”
“Huh.”
“Huh, what?”
“Just didn’t think you were the type of person who believes in luck.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Rich Boy.”
