Page 57 of Personal Foul
“You have a good night, Sydney.” He smiles. “Oh, and try to have some fun. Ya?”
I laugh. “You got it!”
“Good.” He chuckles, smacking his hand on the edge of the door frame, doing a quick wave before disappearing out of sight.
I sigh, slouching back against my chair before turning my phone over from where it sits on my desk to check my text message from Colson.
Colson:Are you teasing me?
Me:Always, sir.
I giggle, pulling out the drawer to my file cabinet and reaching for my purse. I toss my phone in my bag before locking up for the day.
I take the long way around to the staff parking lot, wanting to stop by the practice gym to sneak a peek at the guys practicing. Immediately, my eyes find Colson. They must be scrimmaging, and he’s dressed in black shorts and a black jersey. What is it about his arm muscles flexing that’s so incredibly sexy? His back is to me but watching as he dribbles the ball before passing it to Jaxsen has me picturing his arms flexing when he’s above me.
I force myself to move my feet, needing to get out of here, cooking up another plan of how I can tease him again when he comes over.
The staff parking lot is full, but still relatively empty in that no one is around. My heels click on the cement, walking to my parked car on the edge of the lot.
Rounding the last row of cars, my footsteps stutter when I spot Molly walking toward me. She’s looking right at me. I’m only a few feet away from my car when she shouts my name, urging me to stop.
“Can I help you? If you’re looking for Colson, he’s in practice right now.”
She looks different from the other night. Despite looking the same with her platinum blonde hair, orange tanned skin, and pearly whites, she’s dressed down in a pair of black yoga pants and a bright pink T-shirt. The stark contrast between the two of us is still clear in my mind.
I’m not sure who she is to him, but I’m wondering if I’m not his type or if she falls outside the mold.
“I wasn’t looking for him per se, but also wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“I work here. What are you doing here?”
She scoffs, a mixture of laughter and surprise. “Of course, you do.” She chuckles. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m curious, after the other night at the gala, did Colson happen to tell you who I am?”
“It wasn’t something we gave another second of time.”
Direct hit. One point for me.
She sneers, her lip curling up. “I’m not sure you’d feel that way if you knew the full story.”
“Enlighten me then.”
She grins, and I brace myself for whatever is about to come.
“I’m Colson’s fiancée,” she states matter-of-factly.
“Uh, excuse me. What did you say?”
“I’m Molly Straiten. I’m Colson’s fiancée.”
She continues talking, but everything after the word fiancée is like trying to listen to someone with my head underwater. Colson is engaged? She can’t possibly be for real right now. She saw us together at the gala. I watched as he told her he didn’t want to see her again before she left. How could she possibly stand here and tell me they are together and engaged to be married?
“You’re going to have to give me a second. I’m sorry, but this doesn’t make a lick of sense to me right now. You show up here and expect me to believe some bullshit about you being engaged? Are you kidding me?”
“There’s nothing to explain, Sydney,” she retorts, mocking me as she repeats my name before she presses buttons on her phone, then shoves the screen in front of me. “See.”
