Madison’s skeptical side-eye distracts me from the first pitch.Sheisa brat.This isn’t the first time I’ve wanted to haul her over my lap and spank her for her sassiness.And given the way she behaved at Low Vice with Damiano and me, I have a feeling she’d enjoy a good spanking.
“Bryant seems like a good pitcher,” Madison remarks as he strikes out the first Rattlesnake player, Jimmy Vega.
“He is.”
“He’s kinda hot, too, like that shortstop guy, Faraday.”
“Should you be ogling the players, Madison?Or should you be paying attention to the game?”
“Well, I’m not sure.I haven’t ogled them yet, but if I were supposed to, I guess their tight pants would make it pretty easy to do.Hardly my fault, right?Isn’t that what asshole creeps say about ogling women?”
“Behave yourself,” I mutter.
“Make me,” she mutters back.
Is she pushing my buttons on purpose?It’s starting to feel like it.Or maybe I’m pushing hers.
The first inning goes by without any runs from either team.Bryant strikes out all three Rattlesnakes in their line-up, then it’s the Surf Rats’ turn at bat.
Faraday is up first.Madison leans forward in her seat next to mine.Her shirt rises up slightly, baring a tantalizing sliver of her lower back.God, I’ve never wanted to touch any part of a woman more than I want to touch that pale strip of skin.
I completely miss Faraday’s first swing.Foul ball.
“You’re right, there’s something going on with that guy,” Madison says.“His heart’s not in it.”
His next swing is a hit, a grounder that goes right between first and second.It’s only because the Rattlesnake right-fielder fumbles the catch that Faraday makes it to first.
“Lucky,” Madison says.
“Very.”
When the next batter sends the ball sailing far into left field, Madison grabs my knee and shakes it.“Go, go, go!”she shouts.
Faraday makes it past second and almost to third, but the Rattlesnakes get there first.He’s out.
“Fucking hell,” Madison shouts, leaning back in her seat and looking utterly disgusted.“He could’ve run faster than that.”
I agree, but it’s funny how invested she has gotten.“He’s doing his best.”
“I’ve had enough of this.”She removes her pink Surf Rats hat and goes to the merch table, where she grabs a Rattlesnakes hat.“I’m switching teams.”
“What?”I gape at her in shock.“Don’t you dare put that hat on, Madison.”
“Why?Faraday’s doing his best, but his best sucks.The Rattlesnakes are more worthy of my support.”
I don’t point out that neither the Rattlesnakes nor the Surf Rats can hear, or even see us, in this private box.“Don’t.Donotput on that hat, you little turncoat.”
She sticks out her tongue and jams the dark green hat on her head.The brown rattler on the front mocks me.“Don’t worry, I’ll stand over here so you don’t have to feel like you’re associating with the enemy.”
She parks herself at the table at the front of our box, overlooking the field.The little minx doesn’t realize she’s put herself directly in my line of vision, and I fucking like what I see.
I want to spank what I see.
And when the Rattlesnakes pitcher strikes out the next two Surf Rats, Madison cheers.She actually cheers.
“That’s fucking enough.”I stand up and crowd her against the table.
Madison looks over her shoulder at me.“What?”
