Page 19 of Lucky Baller
“I’m good.” He turns back to the screen and pulls up a movie. It’s a romantic comedy, which surprises me.
“This is what you pick?”
“Yeah, don’t women like these things? The romance movies?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t explain why you picked it.”
“Don’t worry, Deaton. I know this date doesn’t end with that kind of happy ending,” he jests.
“Date?” I ask, incredulous.
“I picked you up, literally.” He smirks. “We had dinner, and now we’re watching a movie. I qualify that as a date.”
“Nope. No. Not happening, Barker. Get your ass out of my house.”
“Fine.” He raises his hands in the air. “It’s not a date. We’re just two gorgeous people spending time together. How’s that?”
“Gah. You are so full of it.”
“Thank you.”
I roll my eyes and settle back on the couch to watch the movie. What choice do I have? He’s taken care of me and bought me dinner… I guess it’s the least that I can do. Blocking him out, which is so damn hard to do, I focus on the TV and get lost in the movie. It’s one I’ve seen before, but I’m easily engrossed in the story regardless.
Halfway through the movie, my bladder is screaming. Reaching out, I remove the ice pack and lower the leg of the couch.
“What are you doing?” he asks, pausing the movie.
“I have to pee.”
“Let me help you.” He stands and reaches for me.
“I think I can walk on it.” His hands grip my arms as I take a tentative step. It’s painful, but not anything I can’t handle. “See.”
“I see, but I also know from experience…” He points to his chest. “Professional athlete, remember? Anyway, I also know from experience that the more you rest and ice it, the faster it will heal.” With that, he bends and lifts me into his arms. “Where are we going?”
“Down the hall. The door at the end of the hallway.” My heart rate kicks up a notch. Being in his arms does something to me. When you look past the cocky and the career, and you strip him down to the man, all that’s left is his caring nature he’s shown me today and his pure sex appeal. It’s kind of hard to forget that when his strong arms are carrying me.
He walks us down the hall and stops just outside the bathroom door. “I’ll stay right here and wait for you.” He pushes on the door and holds it open for me. Carefully, he sets me on my feet, keeping his hands on my waist to make sure I don’t fall.
“I’m good, Landon.”
He nods and releases his hold on me. I hop through the door, lean against the bathroom counter, shut the door, and twist the lock. I take what feels like the first breath since the moment I fell. Landon is pushy and intense and so damn stubborn. He’s also caring, and that’s not something I expected from him. He’s also the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and it’s taking willpower I didn’t know I possessed to sit next to him. If I were the adventurous type, I’d crawl into his lap and let him have his way with me. I have no doubt it would be one for the history books, but that’s not me. I know if I let that happen, I would regret it the next day. With sex comes feelings, and I just can’t separate the two.
“Tessa, you okay in there?” Landon calls through the door.
Shit. “Yeah, just a second.” I scramble to the toilet, work my leggings down, and somehow manage to sit without falling over. It takes me a minute to go, even though my bladder is full, knowing he’s standing right outside the door, listening. Finally able to do my business, I manage to stand and hobble to the counter to pull up my leggings and wash my hands.
When I open the door, he’s there. Without a word, he picks me up yet again like I’m nothing but air and carries me to my spot on the couch. “Do you have any popcorn?” he asks.
“Yeah, it’s in the pantry.”
“I’m going to get you a fresh one of these.” He picks up the ice pack from the table. “And I’ll make us some. What do you want to drink?”
“I have some tea still.”
He nods. “Be right back.”
I must be in some kind of alternate universe. I don’t understand why he’s still here or why he’s hell-bent on staying around. He knows he’s not getting laid tonight, or at least he should.
