Chapter Thirteen
Macallan
I’m leaning against my car just outside the stadium when Maisie exits the field, freshly showered and wearing a pair of dark jeans and a fitted top that shows off her incredible body in a way that has me biting the inside of my cheek to contain my groan of appreciation at the sight of her.
A very similar reaction to the one I had watching her on the field in those short shorts, her lean, muscular legs on full display. But it wasn’t just her looks that had me rock-hard nearly the entire game. It was her talent.
Of course, I already knew how good she was. I wasn’t lying when I said this wasn’t the first game I attended. In fact, I came to quite a few after our falling-out. Of course, I lied to myself as to why I was there but then couldn’t seem to take my eyes off Maisie the entire game, much like tonight.
I shift once again, finding my erection pressing uncomfortably into the seam of my pants as I watch her talkingwith one of her teammates, a smile lighting up her entire face.
She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
Makes me wonder how I was ever able to let her go.
I think in a lot of ways that’s why I chose to end things the way I did. I needed her to hate me. A choice I’m rather regretting now. But not one I think is insurmountable. I’m already wearing her down. Even if she tries to pretend that I’m not, I can see it in her eyes, in what she says without ever uttering a single word.
She’d like me to believe that she doesn’t want me as badly as I want her, but she’s not nearly as good of an actress as she thinks she is.
But one thing is abundantly clear. No matter how attracted she is to me, she doesn’t trust me. And honestly, who could blame her? I wouldn’t trust me, either. Which means I will have to work twice as hard to prove to her that she can.
It’s funny how quickly things can change.
A month ago, I only ever thought of Maisie when I saw her. Now I can’t seem to think of anythingbuther. She’s consumed my every waking thought for days, to the point that not even Lana’s crazy ass can keep me away.
Despite hoping she wouldn’t be a problem for much longer, Joey’s inability to verify that it was Lana who drugged him basically guarantees that they can’t prove it was her, and therefore, getting rid of her won’t be as cut and dry as I had thought maybe it could be.
All thoughts of Lana empty from my head the instant Maisie looks up, noticing me for the first time. I don’t miss the surprise that lifts her brows or the hint of a smile she tries to hide. Nor can I deny the way my pulse spikes as she turns, making her way toward me.
“What are you doing here, Macallan?” She feigns irritation.
“Taking you to dinner, as we agreed.”
“I never agreed.”
“Maybe not with words.” I grin, stepping back to open the passenger door of my car, gesturing for her to get in.
“You’re quite presumptuous, you know that?”
“I think the word you’re looking for is determined.” My smile widens. “Come on, Mais. One dinner won’t kill you.”
“It might,” she murmurs under her breath loud enough for me to hear, yet it doesn’t stop her from dipping under my arm and climbing into the passenger seat.
Waiting until she’s tucked inside, I close the door, crossing in front of the car before slipping into the driver’s seat.
“So where are you taking me to dinner?” she asks, shoving her bag with her sports gear onto the floorboard at her feet.
“You’ll see.” I flash her a smile before starting the car.
“Seriously?” She huffs. “You all but kidnap me and you won’t even tell me where we’re going.”
I bark out a laugh at the pathetic pout she gives me.
“If you think you can give me puppy dog eyes and I’ll cave, you are sorely mistaken.” I chuckle, pulling out of my parking spot. “And if I recall, you got into this car willingly; therefore, kidnapping is a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
“Perhaps.” The word vibrates with laughter. “You really won’t tell me?” She shifts in her seat, her gaze hot on the side of my face. It takes everything in me to keep my eyes on the road and not look at her.
“It’s a surprise.”
