“Oh, my bad, LA,” Leon said.
“Jazz?” Lamar focused his full attention back on me and our conversation. “You still there?”
“I’m still here,” I answered.
“How far along are you in your book?”
“I’m almost done. I don’t know if it’s any good or not, but I’m writing it.”
“Are you going to let me read it?”
A mixture of nerves, embarrassment, and discomfort swept through me. “Maybe! I don’t know!” I squeaked, putting a hand over my face. “You sound like Aunt Addy. She was asking me to send her chapters as I finish.”
“Did you do it?”
“No. I told her once I got to the halfway point, I would.”
“And you have more than that?”
“Yeah, but I’m just going to finish it and send her the whole thing.”
“That’s what’s up. Well, I look forward to reading it when you’re done. Or right now. Either way.”
I laughed, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. “The only thing you need to be reading in the immediate future is the Crocs’ offense.”
The Florida Crocs had been a decent team last season, mostly because their quarterback was slippery.
“You’re right,” he said with amusement. “You’re going to be watching the sideline for me tomorrow?”
“I’m going to be glued to the TV. I’m watching from home so I don’t miss a thing.”
Leon was in the background, making a lot of noise. “My bad, LA. I’m almost done.”
“You good,” Lamar replied, before redirecting to me. “I’m gonna get off the phone and get my mind right for tomorrow.”
“I understand completely. Get your rest, and do big things tomorrow. Quick question though… do the guys on the team call you ‘LA’?”
“Yeah, one of the running backs is named Lamar, and Anderson is the last name of the starting tight end. So it’s just been LA since I got here.”
“That’s cool!”
“Is it? Because when they’re talking fast, it definitely sounds like Ellie.”
I laughed. “That’s alright though. You know what it is. And you got this, LA!”
“No,” he uttered firmly. He lowered his voice to continue. “I like when you say my name.”
My body reacted to every part of that statement. “Lamar.”
“Yeah, just like that.”
There was so much I wanted to say in response because his words reverberated through my body. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that there was a damp spot in my panties. All I could manage to do was let out a slightly horny sigh.
“I can’t wait to hear your analysis of the game tomorrow,” he said at his regular volume.
“And I can’t wait to give it to you.”
He inhaled and exhaled audibly. “Good night, Jazmyn.”
