Page 7 of Just Say Yes

Spending the fall and winter in Michigan with my grandfather and playing in a handful of exhibition games would be my life for the next few months until the real season started back up in the spring.

I stared at the clock as a minute, then two, ticked by.

“Fuck it.” I pulled myself up from the couch and padded to the kitchen. When I yanked open the fridge, I made a mental note to head to the grocery store—wilted lettuce and a dozen eggs weren’t going to cut it. I pulled a beer from the untouched six-pack and popped the cap.

With a deep pull and audible exhale, I closed my eyes.

Immediately the image of MJ flashed in my mind. She hovered above me, eyes glazed, mouth lax. Her lush lips taunted me as she looked down at me, her hands bracing her weight on my shoulders.

Damn, that’s good.

I’mprettysure I was referencing the beer and not the feisty brunette who was haunting my thoughts, but based on the way my dick was joining the conversation, I wasn’t so sure.

I scraped a hand over my face.

I need a shave ... and a life. Goddamn, dude.

Fantasizing about a woman I’d just met—a woman who hated me, nonetheless—was new.

What was it about her that I couldn’t get past? In a few more chugs, I finished the beer and dropped the bottle in the recycling bin.

I could always find out tomorrow ...

THREE

MJ

Royal

Whose ass do we have to beat?

I’m sorry, what?!

Royal

I heard about some Olympic douche canoe harassing you at book club.

Veda

Hey, now. You can’t go spilling pillow-talk secrets.

He wasn’t harassing me. And thank you for telling my brother about that.

Whip

For what it’s worth, we all know about it.

Fantastic.

Abel

Do we need to take care of this?

JP

Sounds to me like we do.

NO! Please pretend like this conversation never happened. I have to go to work.

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