“He doesn’t seem like he would be unrestrained. I mean, he’s a little overwhelming, but he seemed to be a complete businessman.”
Fuck, if only you knew. “Appearances can be deceiving.”
“ThatI believe.” She dangled her foot off the couch, and I watched her painted toenails as she thought about what I’d said. “He’s a sports agent?”
“Yup, good one too.”
“He’s going to be your agent?”
“I don’t think I have a choice,” I said with a smile.
“There’s always a choice,” Red murmured before she took a drink.
“So, why were you singing in your panties?”
Her drink sprayed everywhere, and I started laughing as she spluttered and wiped at her mouth. “You just can’tsaythat!”
“Why? It’s factual, you were singing in your lingerie, and I want to know why.”
Rubbing her mouth to dry it and brushing her legs of any moisture, she looked at me and looked away. “You can’t judge me.”
“Zero judgment.”
“You know how they say imagine your audience naked?”
Tilting my head, I looked at her. “Uh-huh?”
“Well, I don’t want to imagine half the people that come to the recitals as naked. I mean, have you seen them?” She looked affronted at the thought.
“So . . . ?”
“I thought if I was comfortable, ifIwas almost naked, I would relax.”
I was going to laugh, but she looked sobare, I fought it back. “How will that work on stage? You planning on singing in only your panties? Because, not gonna lie, Red, I would come to that show.”
She laughed in delight. “No, silly, I’m auditioning sets to see which ones are the comfiest, and then when I find the right ones, I think my confidence may grow.”
My grin was gone as I sat up with interest. “Sets? Are you telling me there are more nights ofwannabe Victoria Secret modelhappening next to my bedroom?”
Red stood with a sly smile. “Don’t be a horndog,roomie.” Picking up her empty can and mine, she went to the trash.
“I think you need to do this,” I said with conviction. “I will gladly help you pick.”
“Goodnight, Ash.”
“Seriously, I don’t mind,” I told her as she walked away. “Red! I can help!” I called after her as her laughter echoed back to me.
Shit. Now I had a woody at the thought of her prancing about in skimpy lingerie. Thank God we were away from home the next few nights — I wasn’t going to keep my hands to myself in this apartment, living with her. She was far too tempting.
Chapter 10: Mia
Waiting for Ava to finish her last class of the day, I scrolled through my phone, my head looking up from it furtively in case I was caught. Because I, Mia Davis, avoider of all things sports — except the actual players sometimes — was looking at the stats and online sports articles about the Saints game tomorrow.
I was nervous for them. Nope, lie. I was nervous forhim, which was ridiculous. We barely knew each other, and he had been some fun nights, nothing more. Of course, now that we were living together, it was hard to try not to remember the way he felt or the way he touched me. Or the bone-melting orgasms the man gave me, let’s not forget them. The guy had skills in the bedroom department; there was no denying it.
I remembered the night of the bar, when they had come to talk to Wade, and Jett had been all over Ava, but Ash . . . the way he looked at me that night, I’d never reacted like that to another guy before. He quite literally made me break out in goose bumps when he touched me. Ava had questioned me about it, and I’d been so busy trying to process what had happened that I’d brushed it off.
The night of the party when the guys from ’Bama had turned up had been another encounter where I’d been so aware of him, and even though I was at the party with Alex, my eyes had strayed far too many times to the tight end of the Saints — his butt was attractive, too.
