Ugh! This is driving me crazy!
When the Coach finishes talking, the guys start to head into the tunnel leading to the locker room. I follow after them and linger in the hallway, feeling very much like a creep, but I need to talk to Zander. Now.
I wait, and wait, and wait - Christ, how long does it take a dude to shower and change - and finally, the team starts to trickle out of the locker room. The moment Zander appears, I storm over to him.
“Hey,” I snap, catching his attention.
He frowns down at me. “What?”
“We need to talk.” Without thinking, I grab his wrist and pull him down the hall and into a small alcove, out of the way of everyone else. The heat from his skin washes through me, stealing my breath.
Once we’re tucked away in the alcove, I jerk my hand away from him and latch onto my anger.
“You really think you’re some kind of playboy, don’t you?” I hiss. “If you think breakfast will make up for what you did, you’ve got another thing coming!”
Zander jerks back in shock. “The fuck? What I did? What the hell are you talking about, Wildcard?”
I point a finger into his broad chest. “You know exactly what I’m talking about! The wedding!”
“Did you even have any idea who I was that night?” he demands to know.
I blink, caught off guard by his response. I get flustered, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. Okay, no, I didn’t really know who he was. He was just another hot guy, and once I lost track of Tyler, Zander seemed like an acceptable replacement to my drunken ass. Thinking about that now makes me feel like a huge piece of shit, but I shake my head and shove the feeling away, latching back onto my anger.
“That… that’s besides the point,” I stammer. “Aren’t you supposed to be moving out of Grace’s place? You don’t seem to be making a lot of progress on that front.”
He clenches his jaw, his nostrils flaring. “It’s Carson’s place, and no, I haven’t found anywhere else to stay yet so you may be stuck with me for a while.”
I huff in frustration and stomp my foot. “Ugh! You are so insufferable. I hope you enjoy couch life.”
“Oh, it’s a blast.”
Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms and try to keep my growing fury under control.
“Also, I need you to give me a schedule of your day,” I growl. “I need to spend a good amount of time with you to get content of you for the Lifestyle article. If I don’t have your schedule, I’ll just be following you around from morning to night.”
To my surprise, instead of appearing pissed by my not so veiled threat, he actually throws his head back and laughs.
“You know what? Fine.” He gives me a crooked grin. “There’s no practice this Saturday and it’s supposed to be a nice day, so I’m going to run outside instead of on a treadmill. Do you like running, Wildcard? You could join me.”
My lips part. I actually… love running.
“Uh… yeah,” I murmur. “I’ll go with you and I can start interviewing you when we take a break or something. Okay?”
He nods. “Okay. Sounds like a plan.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
Holding my chin up, I turn and march from him without a backward glance and make sure it doesn’t look like I’m trying to get away from him as quickly as possible… even though I absolutely am.
CHAPTER TEN: GLIDECONTROLZ
RYLEE
Lying in bed,I stare up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. I can’t stop thinking about my conversation with Zander earlier today. God, he’s so frustrating! I spent the rest of the day avoiding him, even going so far as to pick up sushi to eat in my room like a hermit when all my friends ended up being busy. The containers are stuffed in the trash, and Gizmo is yowling at them.
Now that Zander and I both know that it was his tongue on my pussy the night of Grace’s wedding, things are only going to be more awkward. Why couldn’t he have just found another place to stay? Everyday, I’m going to have to interact with him in what should be my personal space, which is only going to make me think of the wicked things he can do with his mouth…
