Page 64 of Biggest Player
Some of them do!
I roll my eyes and go back to mopping. “That kiss lasted less than two minutes.”
“And I would have ended it regardless of Wyatt busting us.”
“Hey!” Wyatt says. “I’m literally standing right here.”
That makes us laugh, and I throw my head back, more entertained by her than I’m willing to admit out loud.
“Wyatt, your mom is so full of shit.” I look at Margot. “You would have kissed me all night if she hadn’t walked in, admit it.”
She shrugs, resuming her task as I move the mophead around the floor. “Guess you’ll never know.”
Guess not.
“So what do you say? Let me make it up to you, and then I’ll leave you alone.”
She snorts. “You keep telling me that. And yet, here you are, in my house, not leaving me alone.”
“Hey. You can say no.”
“True. But I’m a single mom with a limited budget—it’s not a crime to try and weasel free plumbing out of you. Or free food.”
I’m home and I’m dry.
And I’m strolling through the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist when my agent calls, his name lighting up the screen of my cell later than usual.
Huh.
Weird.
I hit accept, put the phone on speaker, and toss it to the bed so I can continue getting dressed.
“Hey.”
“How you been?”
“Fine.” I pull on a T-shirt. “What’s up?”
Cut to the chase, dude.
I wish he’d get to the point; this small talk makes me fidgety. If he has bad news, I need him to fucking say it.
Trent laughs.
He’s new to me—I signed with him less than a year ago, and although he’s a ballbuster who does not put up with shit, he’s also up in my business. Always wants to know how I’m doing, where I’m at in life, if I’m in touch with my feelings.
That kind of bullshit.
“Is something wrong?” I can’t take the suspense.
“No, man.” I hear rustling in the background and wonder why he’s still working this late at night. “Just had some free time and thought I would check in.”
I pause in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.
Damn, I’m handsome.
Damn, I’m hungry.
