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“Not until I hear the details of this date.” He raises a brow. “But, gentleman, do it from the other side of the table, please.” He smirks and continues massaging me.
“The papers are all over this, Jame. Come on, tell us.”
I grab for this phone and scroll through the headlines.
‘Smalltown QB found a girl?’
‘Pretty Boy of Football spotted with a secret admirer’
‘J-Dub lands a pass with some curves for days’
That last one makes me cringe. I can handle the papers running my name, but fuck, I don’t want to scare her off before we even get anywhere.
And damn. If they find out I paid this chick?
I toss the phone back to Darius. “Guys, this isn’t good. This is the girl from the dating site. If the papers find out…” I trail off, not wanting to complete this sentence.
“How are they going to find out? You’ve already been spotted out at a coffee shop. They’ll think you just met out or through us or something. Look at that movie date you had. That was everywhere, so it’s not like they don’t know you’re dating.”
Rolling my eyes, I say, “I trynotto think about that movie date.”
“Anyway, don’t worry about that now. Tell us about her!” Connor makes like a little schoolgirl, pulls one of the rolling chairs in the training room, and slides up next to the table. Darius mimics the move.
“She’s nice.”
Groans come from both of them. “Bro! Come on! You are a fucking man like the rest of us. Don’t play innocent, QB. Weall know better. No girl isjust nice.” His fingers make the quote motion around the words. “Now stop fucking around and give us details!”
Huffing a laugh, I picture Penelope in my mind. “Fine. Penelope is hot as fuck. I wanted to push her up against the wall right then and there. She’s not the usual jersey chaser. She’s not a jersey chaser at all. She’s a klutz and speaks in run-on sentences when she gets nervous. She was overly generous to the servers and super polite to people around her. But the best part? She didn’t even know who I was! It was the best thing to sit there with a girl who I knew wanted to know me and fuck me, forme.”
“There’s the guy we all know! Now you’re feeling yourself. How do you know she wanted to fuck you?”
Raising a brow, I answer, “Because I wanted to fuckher. There was chemistry zinging between us.”
The guys freeze. “Did he just say zinging?” Connor asks in a hushed tone as he turns to Darius, like I’m not even there.
“He did, bro. This is fucking weird,” Darius whispers back.
“Think he met the one?” Their eyes get wide.
“Fellas, I’m right here!”
They crack up and clear their throats. “Sorry. Continue with the zinging.”
Shaking my head, I continue, because I just can’tnottalk about this woman. “I sat there with a half-hard dick the entire time. And then she spilled iced tea on me, and when she patted my lap, I know she felt it, and yeah.” I shrug. “She wants me.”
“Uh oh, here comes the stud.”
“Stop it. You asked. Anyway, that picture on the website? Look at her. She’s not even looking at me. She’s watching that young fan. She made a comment afterwards about how Imade his night. That’s why I love what I do, and she saw it.” I take a breath and let it out. “Her friends set up her profile on that site. But I’m going to continue this. I need a date for this Christmas ball, and well, she isn’t like the jersey chasers, so I’m safe. We’ll go to Candy Cane Key, spend the weekend, then come home. Done.”
But will I be able to let her go when the weekend is over?
11
PENELOPE
After my coffee date with Jameson, I figured I had two things I needed to do. One, review my contract with this Rent-A-Date. I need to see exactly what my friends signed me up for. Two? I have to teach myself about football. At the very least, I have to Google Jameson’s name and see just what he’s all about. I’m curled on my couch, a cup of tea on my end table, and my laptop open. I type in Jameson Winters, and article after article loads.
‘All-star quarterback makes it big.’
