Shawn gives me a rueful shake of his head before he agrees and follows Connor to the other part of the plane behind a curtain.
Leaning back in my chair, I sigh and finish my champagne down to the last drop.
Isla leans in to whisper, “Remind me again, what the hell is Connor’s problem?”
“Hell if I know.” I puff out a breath and offer my glass for replenishment, while I attempt to fog out the memory of that one time, when his hands and lips landed on me.
But I was just a little mistake, and we’ve hated one another since.
Which is why I stare at my champagne flute, confused as to why Connor Spears is berating his teammate for merely glancing at me.
For a jerk who hates me, his possessive streak issometimesendearing.
Definitely infuriating, and I sure as hell will let him know. Which is why I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand.
3
CONNOR
Roughly, I pull across the curtain dividing the plane and step into Shawn’s space.
“What the hell was that back there?” I grit out at my teammate.
His mouth curves. “I was just talking with Hadley, because I bet that dancer knows how to bend and—”
“Shut the fuck up.” I grab his shirt near the collar from pure instinct. “Stay away from her,” I nearly snarl, and I hate that I care.
Shawn squints his eyes before he smirks. “Oh yeah, someone mentioned you get a little crazy when it involves her. You should seal that deal, Con. She’s sports dynasty, hot as hell, and flexible, the kind of woman that I’m sure my dick would thoroughly enjoy.”
I push him against the side of a seat, enraged somewhere inside of me. “Say that again and I will gladly break something, since we don’t need your arm during the off-season.” Shawn just chuckles. “Listen, it was your first season with us, but everyone knows to leave her alone. It’s a team rule,” I attempt to rationalize, and I roll my shoulder back.
He raises a brow. “You mean your rule, and everyone just follows because they’re too scared of who your daddy and uncle are.”
I tighten my grip on his shirt. “Think whatever the hell you want, I’ll gladly prove you wrong.”
“Whatever, Connor. She’s an adult, and from what I hear, she hates your guts, so let me just walk back in there and offer her a drink.” Christ, this dude is pushing me. I always thought he was half-decent, but now he’s just irritating me to the max.
Before I can shoot off another warning, the curtain slides open in one abrupt swoosh, and our eyes land on Hadley who is leaning against the divider with her hand over her head and hip tipped out, and her tits are perked up because of her dress. Well, this is just agony; she looks like a pinup girl full of sass. My dick stirs against the zipper of my jeans, knowing her pissed-off look is for me, and that’s just exciting.
She throws an overdone smile at Shawn. “Do you mind giving your teammate and me a moment?”
Shawn looks between us and chuckles. “Sure. Body shots later?”
My muscles clench from every word this guy directs toward her.
Hadley smiles tightly. “Maybe.”
With my teammate walking past her, and I’m sure as hell confident he purposely brushes against her shoulder in passing, Hadley steps into my space, and in one movement, closes the curtain again before her hand returns to her hip with her dark blue nails tapping the curve of her waist.
But I’ve been here before with her, and it’s on.
“You’re breaking the rules, Hadley,” I chide as my eyes transfix on her face that doesn’t move an inch.
“Ah yes, your imaginary rules that you believe I follow,” she muses.
I wave my long finger side to side. “Staying away from one another is about the only thing we agree on, so why are you here?”
She steps forward and stands tall to appear unaffected by me. “To enjoy your pleasant holier-than-thou company, of course.” Sarcasm suits her, damn it. “Unlike you, your teammates and my best friend find me a little more than tolerable, so here I am, because I don’t give a rat’s ass if you care or not.” There is a little bite to her tone.
