Page 28 of Force Play
“I doubt Ari will care if you do some baking, Luc,” Harlow smiles.
“I have no idea what he cares about,ojitos.I’ve made it my mission to spend as little time with him as possible up to this point.”
“Maybe not the best idea now that he’s your new roommate,” Rory states.
“It’s what makes sense. Neither of us wants to spend time together. We’re just cohabitating until I figure something else out.”
The girls shrug but don’t prod me more. And I’m grateful for that.
They might not know how deeply Matt hurt me, but they were still right there to help me back up. I always act unaffected, but I think deep down, they know it’s just that.An act.
I’m just putting on a performance.
I bet I could make it in Hollywood if I didn’t love my job so much.
But I do genuinely love my job. Dr. Coltrain is amazing. All the guys on the team are amazing.
It would be more amazing, though, if my misogynistic coworker would get over himself.
As soon as I have that thought, the devil himself appears right next to me.
“Lucia Torres,” he says, a smarmy smile on his face.
“Logan Dawson,” I reply as sweetly as I can muster. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
I might hate the guy, but he’s still my coworker, and I won’t be seen as unprofessional. I don’t need to give him any ammunition against me.
“Out to lunch with my girlfriend and figured I’d come say hi to my favorite coworker.”
Professional. Keep it professional.
Mostly, at least.
I take a breath and put on a happy face. “Favorite coworker, huh?”
He’s lying out of his ass right now.
“For now.” Logan looks at me with a smug smirk. “You’ll be my employee after Dave leaves.”
I choke down a laugh. “I’d rather have you as my employee instead.”
I see his eye twitch at my words. “Let’s cut the shit, Torres. You know you’re not going to be my boss.”
“Why is that, hm?”
Logan rolls his eyes. “You know why.”
“Then allow me to tell you exactly what I told my date last month.” I turn and look him right in the eyes. “Owning a pair of tits doesn’t preclude me from working with athletes. I’m every bit as great a trainer as you are, Logan, and you’re not going to diminish my work just because I’m a woman.”
“My work speaks for itself,” he huffs.
“So does mine,” I reply, shoulders back and confidence radiating off of me. “You know I’m the favorite trainer for a reason.”
He chokes down a laugh. “Yeah, and that reason has less to do with your abilities in your job and more to do with what they candowith you.”
“Excuse me?” Fuck professionalism. Fuck taking the high ground. Logan has always thought less of me, but he’sneverinsinuated something like this before. “Are you saying the team likes me because they want to fuck me?”
“Your words, not mine.”
