“Because you want to get back together with him?”
She recoils from me. “Hell no. If there’s one thing I can think of that would piss him off, it’s me dating someone else.”
“So you help me with my reputation and in return, we stick it to the Douche?”
“Why do you keep calling him that?” Piper asks.
“That’s his nickname. Don’t think it’s fitting?” I take a step closer to her. She sucks in a breath, her eyes level with my chest and with the tattoos that cover my arms.
“I mean, yeah, I just haven’t heard it.”
“Even being in the locker room?”
Piper shakes her head. “I steer clear of the locker room. I’m only in the physio room.”
“Good plan.”
“So, are we going to do this?” Piper asks. “I’m in if you’re in.”
I weigh the pros and cons of this plan. If the two of us go into this with a clear goal of what we’re getting out of this, it can’t be that bad, right?
“We should probably discuss the finer points of how it will work.”
Piper laughs, a sweet sound that hits me right in the gut. I ignore that feeling.
“How about we get together and talk it over then?”
I smile down at her. “Give me your phone.”
I don’t take my eyes off her as she pulls it out of her pocket and unlocks it.
Punching my number into her phone, I shoot myself a text so I have it saved.
“Okay, Princess, we’re doing this.”
Chapter Four
PIPER
Oh my God, am I really going to do this? That’s the single thought that I keep focusing on as I sit at the bar waiting for Cash.
After exchanging numbers this afternoon, we decided to meet for a drink to discuss logistics. I know very little about Cash other than what Duncan has told me.
And based on the fact that Duncan told me, I don’t know if I should believe it or not. The bad boy who sleeps with anything on two legs and gets into fights every other game? Cash doesn’t seem the type, but what do I know?
The bar slowly fills up around me as I sit and wait for Cash. Glancing at my watch, I realize he’s already fifteen minutes late. This does not bode well for the two of us to be doing this together.
Low music thrums through the bar. People come and go taking their seats at the hardwood bar top with the old rickety stools. TVs line the walls as do old beer posters. It’s nothing fancy by any means, but I figured since it’s a little more out of the way, people might not recognize Cash.
I have no idea if this thing is going to work. I don’twant people to see us together. Even if I say yes right now, we need to iron out the details.
Besides, don’t we need to get to know each other before we start this thing? Because based on the little I know about him, it’s not going to go well.
It’s like my thoughts make him appear. He walks into the bar and he nearly takes my breath away. Jeans that cling to his strong thighs, a tight black tee, a leather jacket, and a baseball hat sitting backward on his head.
God, he really is too gorgeous for his own good.
I ignore the blaze of heat that fires through me and sit on my hands to avoid reaching out for him or waving like a moron. He already thinks I’m some little princess. I don’t need to give him any more reason to think I’m an idiot.
