Page 32 of Personal Foul
“I appreciate it. But hopefully, he’ll be off busy doing his thing, skiing and screwing snow bunnies in their rooms, and I’ll get to enjoy the room and catch up on some reading and sleep.”
I am a lying liar who lies to my best friends because the only thing I want Easton screwing is me. It’s all I can think about when I have a moment to think. To the point where I’m starting to question my sanity. And I have a full-blown problem on my hands too because when we put a pause on our fighting, he’s easy to get along with. He’s funny and kind of… sweet? I don’t know what to make of any of it. I hate that feeling.
* * *
When I go upto my room later to finish packing, I see three dresses laid out on the bed. Including one that’s short, sexy, and black. I can guess who put them there.
“Just in case, you know.” Liv winks at me from the door frame.
“In case of a sexy single ski instructor run-in?” I smirk.
“Or a sexy tight end.” She shrugs, and I feel a tug in my chest at the mention of him.
“Yeah, I don’t think so…”
“Like I said, just in case. That’s all.” She grins and then takes off back to her room.
I stare down at the dresses and decide to bring them with me. It couldn’t hurt to have them on hand, especially if Liv and the rest decide they want to go somewhere fancy. And maybe, just maybe a little part of me wants to impress him too. If I’m going to do this whole hateship thing, then I might as well go all in on it.
FIFTEEN
Easton
We’re havinga guy’s night, watching a playoff game, eating wings, and drinking beer at my place for once. It’s a nice break from the football house where everyone and their mother comes passing through, disturbing the replays and commentary. Liam, Waylon, and Ben can be trusted with the responsibility, which is why it’s just the four of us.
When half-time comes, we all move to the kitchen to refill on food and drinks, and that’s when Liam decides to start his shit up.
“You really think you can keep it together for a whole week with her in your room? Without the two of you arguing or you doing something stupid like waking her up by fucking two girls in the bed next to her?”
“I’m fucking certain I can handle a week. Why do you always doubt me?”
“Because I know you.”
“She and I are already partners on this project and have to spend a ton of time around each other anyway. We have to adapt to the circumstances, and I don’t think we’re fucking it up so far.”
“There has been a downturn in arguments lately.” Waylon gives me some credit.
“And no ulterior motives?” Ben eyes me because Ben knows me better than Liam. Where Liam is worried that I’ll be an asshole and fuck it up, Ben’s worried I’m going to fuck her. Literally. Too bad he doesn’t know that already happened.
* * *
Later that nightas Ben gets ready to head out, I stop him. Liam’s already left and Waylon is busy getting ready to go see Mac, so I have a window where I can try to talk to our resident expert on women. And hopefully, get some kind of advice on how not to fuck up my window of opportunity with Wren this weekend.
“All right, Benny. You’re better at this shit than me. If I want to seduce a girl, what do I need to do?”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“The slow kind. Obviously, I can get a woman into bed, but I mean the kind where she might actually want something besides my dick. You know?”
The confused look morphs into something curious, if not slightly stormy.
“Whoare you trying to seduce?”
“No one in particular. Just thinking I might need to switch things up every now and then. Try something different.”
“If something different is a bar manager who hates your guts, I don’t know that I want to be giving you ammunition. You know how that will end and it won’t be good for you. Or her.”
“You all should give the bar manager more credit. She can handle herself. Fuck, I think she could steamroll me if I let her.”
