Page 71 of Striking Heat
He leans in so close that I can feel his breath on my ear. I look around and see no one is paying us any mind.
“I can think of a few things you like that I do,” he says.
I chuckle. “And vice versa.”
He nods. “And vice versa.”
“Hello, guys. Are you ready for your interview, Mackenzie?” August joins us and looks from Danny to me and back at Danny again. “If it’s okay with you, I made sure to put you two together for the flight there, but on the way home, you can sit with me up in first class, if that works for you.”
“Yeah, it does. Thanks, man. I’ll be just fine asking this one some questions. I’m hoping we can wrap this up and I can get this on your desk.”
August nods. “Well, it’s going on Dad’s desk, not mine. So, you’ve gotta make sure you impress him and not me. I’m easier to impress. Him, not so much.”
August winks at me when he mentions being easier to impress. I want to hurl. I just shoot him a questioning look, which he ignores. Instead, he pats Danny on the back and heads back to his friends.
“Did he just hit on me?” I ask Danny.
“Smells of booze, so that probably explains it.” Danny watches him walk away, waving at the guys August joined.
“Look at you making friends,” I tease him.
“Oh, good, you’re going to make asking you questions so easy.” He snickers and shakes his head. “Don’t worry, you’re almost done working with me.”
I turn to him, looking him square in the eye. “Then what happens?”
He just shrugs. “I don’t know, Mac. I haven’t really figured it out yet. Have you?”
“No.”
“Alright then,” Danny says, like it’s not just on him to figure out if we’re actually something or if he just likes to use my body every once in a while.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy using his just as much. But I wish I had more information on where I stood with him. Might make me a little less jittery every time he’s around.
Thankfully, it’s not much longer before we’re on the plane. Once we get situated, he turns to me and speaks again.
“Do you want anything to drink?”
“Nah, I’m good,” I tell him. “I filled up my water bottle in the terminal. That’ll be enough for me.”
He nods. “Okay, well, let me know when you’re ready to get started and we can get right down to it.”
There’s something about the way he says it that makes it sound dirty. I look over at him and smirk.
“You have a way of making everything you say sound a little porny. Do you mean to do that?”
He laughs and leans into me. “It must just be you. But we have to be careful. We’re in a metal box for a while and your teammates are all around. We wouldn’t want anyone to overhear you use the word porny around me.”
“Don’t you two look cozy.” A voice says.
I look up and see that Elysa is standing there. She’s one of our defenders who never gets on the field. Her attitude about that is getting worse and worse. Apparently, she thinks just because she puts on the pinny that could sub her into the game, with nine other girls that means she’s getting on the field. But that’s not always the case.
“I can’t exactly talk about all the girls I like and don’t like too loudly on the plane.” I tell her. I’m sick of her shitty attitude and the drama she likes to start. Which is why I don’t care how snotty the comment sounded.
“I’m sure.” Is all she says and continues walking.
“She seems so friendly, and she brings out a lovely color onyou. You know one that I thought only I would bring out on you.” He says with a laugh.
“Yeah well she’s a bitch.”
