Page 45 of The Change Up
“Do you have any plans after the game?”
“I have a hot date with a leather-clad biker who runs an MC.” I fight to keep the cackle from escaping as I watch Ty’s eyes widen as bewilderment takes over his expression. I really did try, but I can’t help the loud outburst that garners everyone’s attention. I look past Ty and give the guys a quick apology. “I’m kidding, Ty. I need to type up my notes recapping today’s game, and I need to do the reading we have for Mass Media. What’s up?”
“Oh my god, Chloe. I’m not one to yuck someone’s yum, because believe me I’m for all the kinky shit, but you had me going for a second.”
My eyes bulge at Ty’s comments about kinky shit. I’m no virgin, but I’m extremely inexperienced in the bedroomdepartment. I’ve read about plenty of kinks in my books, but I can’t imagine ever acting on them.
“You wanna come over, and we can work on the reading and assignment together?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. I didn’t bring anything with me so I’ll need to rideshare home and to your place. My car is in the shop.”
The dugout breaks out in chaos as guys rush around grabbing their gloves and heading back out to the field.
“You can ride with me.” Before I have a chance to object, Ty is grabbing his glove and marching out onto the field to take his position at third base.
The game ends with us winning ten to one in a much-needed redemption battle. Coach Weber was quick with his post-game speech telling the guys how proud he was of how hard they worked, and while he knows there will be some celebrating, no one better show up hungover tomorrow. His eyes glared daggers into Cody.
Ty drove Niko and me to my townhouse where I quickly ran in, changed out of my dress into a lounge set, and grabbed my backpack before we took off to the guys’ house. Once we got to their house, all the guys took off to their rooms to shower. Which means I was left alone to wander.
As much as I wanted to snoop, I made my way into their kitchen in search of something to drink. Opening the fridge, I dug around glass containers full of food and found a hard seltzer in the back. Reading the label, I smiled to myself that the only seltzer was my favorite flavor: blackberry.
Popping the top, I make my way over to the brown leather sectional. I’m grateful that the couch is leather because I’m not sure if I’d sit on it if it was cloth. I’ve been witness to way too many things happening on this couch at parties. Gettingcomfortable, I settle into the cushions while pulling up my Kindle app on my phone.
Never would I have imagined that I would be chilling on the couch inside the Baseball House. Not after my past with Cody.
As frustrated as I was with not getting the feature beat for the campus newspaper, I’m quickly learning things happen for a reason. Over the last few months, I’ve had to step way outside my comfort zone. I’ve actually had to live and not live vicariously through my romance novels.
“Chlo, what kind of pizza do you like?” Ty asks from where he’s making his way down the stairs, dressed in navy sweatpants, a long-sleeve with his high school written across the chest, and his hair still damp from his shower.
“Pepperoni and pineapple.”
He comes to a complete standstill as he eyes me warily.
“Bro, don’t even try to argue with her that pineapple doesn’t go on pizza. It’s a lost cause.” Cody appears from the stairs, typing away on his phone. He doesn’t even glance up, just adds his two cents and moves on.
Ty walks around the sectional and plops down on the opposite end. His long legs land on the coffee table as he grabs the remote from where it’s sitting on the couch. Turning on the TV, he thumbs through the channels before landing on ESPN.
“Whatcha reading?”
“Just finishing this chapter about the hottie in a MC.”
“Ah, the hot date.”
Nodding, I go back to the words on my phone while a hockey game plays in the background.
“Running to grab the pizza,” Cody shouts as he heads out of the house.
“That was quick.”
“He had it ordered before I even asked you what you liked.”
Noted that Cody Jacobs still remembers how I like my pizza, and he knew there was no chance I’d be changing my order up.
Hudson and Niko emerge from their upstairs bedrooms—both in comfy clothes and damp hair. Seriously, these guys could all be models in a sports magazine. I imagine they might get their chance someday if they keep playing the way they are and make it to the big leagues.
Placing my phone on the coffee table, I grab my seltzer and follow the guys into the kitchen. Ty is right behind me, and the four of us start getting things ready for dinner.
“I see you’re making yourself at home, Mariano.” Hudson’s eyes land on the skinny can I’m holding.
