Page 90 of Forgotten Comeback
“You’re up,” Steve tells me.
“Guard those round signs with your life.” I chuck the marker and climb up the stairs to the ring’s canvas. A man holds the ropes open for me with wide eyes as I slip through.
I take a turn around the ring, pausing on each side to pop my hips: my bare ass displayingRoundon my left cheek,1on my right.
Catcalls and whistles fuel my march as I make the full round. I lock eyes with the mean girl who’s seated front row, near The Hammer’s corner. Pulling a playbook from another psychopath I know, I make a kissy-kissy face at her.
The usual barrage of insults and/or pickup lines is amplified times ten on the return to my seat.
“Whore!”
“Girl, your ass is too fat!”
“Girl, your ass is too fat!”
The former, I think, is a compliment; the latter, an insult.
“Damn, girl. What that ass do?”
“Suffocate you. Shit on you. That sort of thing.” He still can’t hear me, so I smile and wave.
Returning to my seat, Steve is waiting for me with a look of awe. “Genius. This can be your signature thing for every first round.”
“No way,” I inform him, pulling my shorts back on.
“Knew you were gonna be a pain in the ass,” he informs me, walking off.
I stick my head out of my dressing room door, glancing around. The coast is clear, and I hurry out, only to be hoisted over strong shoulders.
“Put me down!” I pound on Gavin’s back, my bag falling to the floor.
“You trying to get out of our deal, man-eater?” He scoops up my bag and begins walking me down the hall.
Yes!
I’m carried out the private exit, where Gavin places me on my feet as he unlocks his car.
“Of course you drive a muscle car,” I say flippantly.
“Red, my favorite color,” he replies with a wink, opening the door for me.
“Uh-huh.” Ignoring my skittering pulse, I slide in, and he closes my door before hustling around the front of the car to the driver’s seat.
“At least there’s no trunk,” I cross my arms, staring him down.
“Are we still on that?” He raises an eyebrow.
I seethe. “Yeah, we’re still on that.”
“Let me eat?—”
“Not even in the realm of possibilities.” I cut him off, while reminding my fluttering pussy to butt out.
He smirks, and it pisses me right off.
“Where are we going?” I ask on a sigh.
“On our date, the one you didn’t think would happen.”
