Page 84 of Lucky Baller
I do as he says because I’m mentally exhausted, and I know Landon. He’s not going to let me help. Wasting time arguing about it is not going to do either of us any good. A few minutes later, he’s holding out his hand for me.
“The leftovers are in the fridge. You’re staying here while I’m gone, right?”
“Yeah, unless you don’t want me to?”
“I want you here.” His voice is firm, his decision final. Not that I expected anything different. “You can have the leftovers while I’m gone. I made a small bowl for you to take in your lunch tomorrow.”
“Landon Barker, if your fans could see you now. Being all domesticated, making my lunch.”
“Yeah? You think that would help my image?”
“I don’t think you need any help in that department, Number Eighteen.”
“Hey, you did dub me Lucky Player after all,” he taunts.
“Well, aren’t you? You are here with me right now,” I tease.
“Damn right, I am,” he agrees. He pushes open his bedroom door and doesn’t stop until we’re in the bathroom. “Strip, baby.” His voice is soft yet husky. He reaches down into the huge clawfoot tub and turns on the water.
“You’re running me a bath?” I ask, my heart melting into a puddle at my feet.
“I’m runningusa bath,” he corrects, pulling his T-shirt over his head and letting it fall to the floor.
Before I know it, we’re both stripped naked, and Landon steps into the tub, holding his hand out for me. I step in after him. He settles himself, resting against the back of the tub. “Sit,” he says, opening his legs for me to join him. I waste no time sitting down and leaning against his chest. The hot water lulls over us, and his arms wrap around me.
“How did you know this is what I needed?”
“A bath?”
“No. You.”
“Because I need this time with you, too. I hate leaving you when we have away games.”
“I know, but the season is halfway over. We’ve almost made it.”
“Yeah, can you get time off work? Maybe we can take a trip once the season is over? Somewhere tropical, where I get to see you in tiny scraps of material all day long.”
“I don’t really do that out in public.”
“Hell no, I’m talking private beach. No way am I letting another man ogle you. Hell, to be honest, we don’t even need swimwear. Let’s just lie naked in bed all day.”
“You really think you could do that? Spend a week just lying in bed.”
“Ah, but you missed a key point. Two of them, in fact.”
“What’s that?”
“I saidnakedwithyou.”
I laugh. “So, do you think you and I could be naked in bed for a week?”
“Yes.” No hesitation in his answer.
“Really? You wouldn’t get bored?”
“Not if I’m with you.”
“Aw, you’re such a sweet talker tonight.” Come to think of it, he’s acting kind of strange. I turn to look at him. “You okay?”
