Someone needs to make sure the idiots downstairs don't harass her.
Now I'm sitting in the Havoc's private room, pretending to listen to my teammates while I watch Scout.
She's wearing that short pink dress. Heads turned when she walked in. Of course they did.
Scout sits with Juliet and Jessa, doing what she always does. Taking care of everyone. Sliding drinks closer before they can ask. Handing out napkins. Offering to run upstairs when Ivy forgets something.
Always making herself useful.
I scowl into my beer. Watching how she operates around everyone, not just me, makes me angry. I have no right to feel jealous. No claim on her. No reason to care who she talks to or helps or smiles at.
Especially after last night.
I think about her messages. The way she typed out her wants. The memory of her coming while I gave instructions through text.
My cock stirs.
It was hot. I needed a release, but it wasn’t enough.
And now I'm jealous of my online persona. Why does Scout like StatMan? We don't even talk about real things. We just flirt and sext.
She'll stop eventually. Women always do. They get bored with the mystery. They want somethingreal.
Then they're gone.
Hunter nudges my arm, playing with his wedding band. "Shoulder holding up okay?"
I shrug with my good side. "Fine."
"Liar," he says. He doesn't push it.
Thorne leans back across from me, grinning. "He's more worried about his babysitter. If Scout hates living with you, she can crash at my place. I wouldn't mind the company."
The words land like a punch. "Funny."
"It's not really a joke." Thorne drinks his beer. "She's hot. Sweet. Probably needs someone who doesn't growl at her constantly."
I growl low. "Real supportive."
I want to wipe that smirk off his face. Thorne's the team's golden boy. Power forward. Fan favorite. Flashy and smooth-talking. Probably Scout's type, too. Just look at Enzo.
Scout appears at our table. Her smile's aimed at Thorne. "Hey guys."
Thorne's eyes light up. "Hey, Scout. I heard you teach yoga."
Scout turns pink. "I do. How'd you hear that?"
He shrugs. "I have my sources. You ever teach outside the arena? I'd be interested."
"Oh! Really? You'd do yoga?"
"Sure. Especially if it's hands-on instruction. Maybe a private lesson?"
Scout beams. "Absolutely!"
Heat flares in my chest. "Thorne, quit being an asshole."
"What?" Scout's smile falls. "Were you joking?"
