Before he could slip past me, I stepped directly into his path. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked, arching an expectant brow. He might have had a few years on me, but I had more than a few inches on him.
And I wasn’t just talking about dick size.
“Um—”
His eyes flicked down to my outstretched hand. Realization dawned on his punch-able face before he all but pushed Nessa’s book into my chest. I rolled the thick volume over in my hands and smiled.
The cover art depicted a buxom brunette embracing a hulking green dude with tusks. Until a few months ago, I had never considered myself much of a reader. As it turned out, I just hadn’t been reading the right books.
I could get down with a shredded Shrek.
“Your book, my love,” I said.
My attention never wavered from the man in front of me when I handed the book back to Nessa. From the corner of my eye, I saw her tuck it back into her oversized purse.
While she was distracted, I leaned in closer to Mr. Kirkland brand Ralph Lauren and lowered my voice so only he could hear. “Oh, and word to the wise, man. Keep yourfuckinghands off women—and their books. Got it?”
He nodded vigorously and then nearly jumped out of his skin when I clapped a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Drive safe.”
His departure gave new meaning to the phrase “gone in sixty seconds.”
“Was that really necessary?”
I spun around just as Nessa hopped down from her stool.
“I’m not sure what you mean, angel.”
She nailed me with a pointed look. “You can quit with the act now, Pinky boy. He’s gone.”
My focus dwindled momentarily when she bent forward to adjust her shorts, giving me a picture-perfect view of her ass in the process.
“And just so you know,” she said, jamming a finger in my face. “I don’t take kindly to dick-measuring contests.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Pretty sure you’re the only one who brought up my cock size.”
She paused with her bag halfway to her shoulder. That was a first. In all the times we had interacted these past six months—which had been a fair amount, seeing as one of her best friends was dating my teammate—I hadn’t once seen her shocked speechless. It was both an unnerving and thrilling feeling to know thatIhadmade that happen.
Maybe I should have mentioned my dick sooner.
“And by the way,” I said, tucking my hands into my pockets and rocking forward on the balls of my feet. “You weren’t wrong.”
That was all it took to shock her out of her stupor. “I’ll have to take your word on that.”
“If that’s what you prefer, angel.” I chuckled when she rolled her eyes.
“You are so—”
“Charming?” I offered. “Adorable?”
“Infuriating.”
“Potato, alfredo.”
She cradled her head in her hands. “You know that’s not how the saying goes, right?”
“Right, but I’m a white sauce kind of guy, so . . .”
