Page 19 of Scoring Chance
“Oh my God!” Sydney laughed. “Anyway, rookie. It’s my turn.” She got up, reached for her ball, and held her concentration down the lane. It was time for her to become one with the alley. She took a deep breath and rolled her ball down the lane, commencing into a strike.
Sydney simply turned around and smiled. “In…yo…FACE!” She bellowed.
Dean shook his head. “I can’t get beaten by a girl.”
“You afraid it might make you less masculine if you do?” She replied.
“No, I just can’t even tell anyone about this.” He picked up his ball and walked over to the lane. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Pussy,” she scoffed.
Dean eyed her up and down and licked his lips. “My favorite dish of yours I love to eat.” He turned around and rolled his ball down the lane. He also striked. He turned around, calmly walked back to Sydney and sat next to her. “Keep talking shit to me. It’s helping me with my game.”
“Whatever,” she shook her head as their food arrived, “this looks so amazing! I’m so hungry!” She dived into the nachos and French fries.
“So, how’s the mural coming along?” Dean asked as he ate a nacho. “Is Quinn cool?”
“Quinn is amazing! He’s totally not like what he seems on the outside. He’s a bit goofy, a bit country, but he’s incredibly smart. I see why he psyches out so many in his game.” Sydney nodded.
“That’s good, I’m glad you like him. I heard Quinn was a really cool dude,” Dean nodded.
“He’s also paying me a ridiculous amount of money,” Sydney took a sip of her lemonade, “Ian negotiated four hundred thousand from him.”
Dean choked on his nachos and get up to get some fresh air. “Babe, are you okay?” Sydney asked.
Dean quickly sat back down and stared at his girlfriend. “Four…hundred…thousand?”
“Yeah,” Sydney nodded, “crazy, isn’t it?”
“That’s incredible, babe!” He hugged her. “You’re worth every penny!”
“I owe it all to you, babe,” Sydney replied. “If it wasn’t for you, I would still be toiling away at Macy’s.”
“You give me too much credit. I may have encouraged you to pursue your dreams, but it was your hard work and determination that did it, baby girl.” He looked into Sydney’s brown eyes and saw how they’d softened to a deep chocolate color. He cupped her faces within his palms and sensually kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip. “This is all you.”
“Did you really just put your bowling ball hands on my MAC makeup?” Sydney smiled.
“Hey,” Dean didn’t let go of his stance, “these are the hands of God right here. These hands of God are whipping your tail like you stole my bike.”
“All righty, you done did it,” Sydney pulled away and walked over to her bowling ball, “in the words of King Bey, you’re about to kiss my fat ass, boy!”
