Page 25 of Scoring Chance
“That seems so boring compared to Quinn.” Bobbi realized she spoke too much. “I’m sorry if that came out like an ass.”
“No, no offense taken,” Sydney shook her head, “so, are you and Quinn a couple?”
Bobbi thought about whatever was going on between her and Quinn. Was he a friend? No, because friends don’t make out between bites of cashew chicken and broccoli beef. Was he her boyfriend? No, because there was no commitment either way.
They weren’t quite friends with benefits and even Bobbi wondered if she was wasting her time with a guy who still slept with a stuffed giraffe. “No,” she finally answered.
“Oh,” the answer surprised Sydney but she didn’t pursue it further.
“Well,” Bobbi felt the need to explain, “it’s complicated.”
“Okay,” Sydney replied, “that tells me you’re in denial about something.”
“I don’t want the attention of dating an athlete,” Bobbi shrugged, “you know how it goes.”
Sydney was well aware of the attention. She was positive most of the fans on her IG page were just nosy because they wanted to see the woman Dean chose. She was also positive the women were waiting for her and Dean to permanently split so they could get theirthotfulpaws on him. “Tell me about it.” Sydney commented.
“How do you handle it?” Bobbi asked. “Don’t you get jealous?”
“Insanely,” Sydney was frank, “but I also know he comes home to me.”
“But what about the other women out on the road?” Bobbi asked. “Doesn’t that bother you?”
Sydney remembered a time where a female fan jumped on Dean and wrapped her legs around his body. She was about to wrap her fists around the girl’s face until a team’s wife stopped her. “Of course it does,” Sydney shrugged, “but I can’t be concerned of what might happen when I know what’s going to happen. If Dean wanted someone else, he would be with someone else. He’s not the type to keep me stringing along because he wants to have fun.” Sydney glanced back at Quinn. “Quinn reminds me a lot of Dean. They seem to go full on and in love with the women they want to be with. They either do it all the way or it’s no way.”
Bobbi smiled as she met eyes with Quinn, who smiled back at her. “He’s a great guy.”
Sydney turned back to Bobbi. “Go for it,” she suggested, “you two have nothing to lose if you really dig each other.”
“You’re right, we have nothing to lose.” Bobbi waved at Quinn before he went back to his Legos. “Who knows where it would lead to?”
“Exactly!” Sydney watched the couple and figured out another piece in her mural for Quinn. “Who knows where it would lead to?”
~~~~~
Dean could hear the music from the elevator.
As he managed to carry the large pepperoni pizza and case of Blue Moons to Sydney’s loft, he smiled. His girl was in a great mood and in turn he was in a great one. Sydney’s happiness was infectious.
Beyoncé’s “Blow” deafened his ears when he entered the loft, and Dean stared at the sight before him: Sydney drew in front of a canvas and wiggled her ass to the music. She wore the tiniest of bikinis and Dean immediately felt a twitch in his jeans. Her butt was covered and that sight made it worse for him. He knew what was underneath.
Good Lord.
He swallowed once. He blinked twice. He finally let out a soft breath as he stared another few long seconds and watched his girlfriend do her greatest Beyoncé impersonation. The air-conditioned loft suddenly became hot and Dean licked his lips in bewilderment as Sydney continued to dance.
Her dark and flowy locks bounced off her shoulders. Her body shined with oil and looked delicious and supple. Dean already imagined bending Sydney over and taking a bite of her rear before he entered her and…
“You know I have cameras here,” she continued dancing before she bent over backwards and smiled at him. “I knew you were here.”
He forgot how flexible she was.Lord have mercy.“That doesn’t matter,” he shook his head, “keep dancing.”
Sydney straightened up and laughed before she turned down the music. She walked over to her boyfriend and kissed him. “How was your trip to Nike?”
“It was great,” Dean set the pizza and beer down, “everything is set and uh, yeah, that’s it. You officially have a richer boyfriend.”
Sydney shook her head. “You know I don’t care about that.”
“I know,” the thought of Sydney signing the prenup reappeared in Dean’s mind before he shook the image away, “but it’s something to celebrate, yes?”
