Page 26 of Play With Me
I glance away and grab my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder and moving toward the door. I need to walk past them to get to my next class, but as I stride forward, I feel his gaze on me.
Tracking me. Waiting.
“Myles,” he calls out, his voice taunting, knowing.
I turn my eyes toward him and feel my cheeks pinken.
“What?” I growl.
His grin widens, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he does.
“Come here. I want to introduce you to a friend.”
I don’t want to meet hisfriend.But I can’t say that, so I approach them, feeling Samuel’s eyes on me as well—assessing, analyzing.
“This is Myles Witkoff, the star rugby player on campus. Myles, this is Samuel Manning. He works for my dad’s company.”
“Yeah,” I reply, adjusting my bag on my shoulder and holding out my hand. “You were just giving a guest lecture in my international marketing class.”
His eyebrows rise as he shakes my hand. “Ah, so you heard that then?”
“Yep.”
He cocks his head, his neatly styled hair falling slightly over his forehead.
“What did you think?”
“Interesting. You seem to know what you’re doing.”
Colton lets out a small giggle, and Samuel’s lips twitch upward. “Seems I do. You a business major?”
“Yeah.”
“No professional sports, then?” he asks.
“No. Don’t plan on it.”
He watches me. They both do. I haven’t admitted this to many people. They’re some of the only ones who know. “Well, let me know if you’re interested in an interview in the future. That is, if you’re interested in marketing.”
I nod, excitement blooming within me, and Colton bites his bottom lip, making my cheeks flare.
“Learning all sorts of things about my new friend, aren’t I?” Colton asks, and I glower at him.
“I have to go to class. It was nice to meet you, Samuel.” He nods, and then I turn and walk away, hearing Colton call after me.
“See you later, Witkoff.”
Don’t plan on it, I think. I’m going to burn that jersey when I get home. I refuse to fall for this again.
Unknown Number:
Come over.
I stare down at my phone, not wanting to add his contact information, but knowing who it is all the same.
Unknown Number:
Wear the jersey.
