Page 2 of False Play
Kennedy was tall, about five-foot-eleven, if I had to guess. She always wore these powerful and sexy-as-sin heels that made her even taller. Today, they were these white, glossy pumps that even the light seemed to follow. Even so, she was fairly short next to my six-foot-seven frame.
The only useful thing I got from my father was my ridiculous height.Yay, me.
“You think I’m pretty?” I smirked, raking a hand through my hair. “God, I mean…I’m flattered. But at least take me out to dinner first.”
Her stare was unimpressed. Fair, really. I’d been trying to get under her skin for like three years now. She was used to my ways. “How do you always manage to have selective hearing?”
“It’s easy,” I teased with a pop of my shoulder and a playful grin. “All I know is you called me pretty, so it’s a good fucking day over here in Henryland.”
The biggest pair of beautiful light-brown eyes pinned me in place with a death glare. Any normal person would have cowered at the intensity of them, but me? It was painful to admit I liked it…a lot. Her eyes were—hands down—her best fucking trait. They were a beautiful contrast to her rich brown skin and the dust of freckles that danced around her face.
She had the face of an angel, but the attitude of a devil. And the contraposition of the two wasglorious.
“God, help me,” she muttered as she took a seat next to me, crossing one long leg over the other. “We need to talk about what happened today.”
I shrugged, putting on an innocent act. “What happened?”
“I’d tell you not to act stupid, but I’m beginning to think it’s not an act.” She thinned her lips, letting a silent beat pass between us. “Look, Anderson…”
And that’s all I heard before my eyes, those greedy little bastards, started raking over her.
The best part about Kennedy Jones working for the Strikers? She was a wonderful distraction.
She had these perfect cupid’s bow lips that glistened with some kind of gloss, making them look fuller and irresistible. Her unruly chestnut curls were shiny and beautiful, resting justbelow her shoulders. But thosegoddamnorbs captured me once again. Her gaze was intense, the type that burned in the best way possible.
I had no problem noticing every single thing about Kennedy Jones. It was hard not to.
I didn’t want to notice her. I just did.
“Are you done gawking, or do you want me to get up and model for you, too?” She spit the question with a sharp venom.
I pretended to ponder as I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you stood up and twirled a little.”
Her looks weren’t any different than usual, but picturing her spin in that hot-pink power suit, with a white tank top that perfectly snugged over her chest—giving her the perfect amount of cleavage—and those damn heels? Yeah, I wouldn’t say no to that.
The woman was adrop-to-your-knees-and-worshiptype of hot. And God knew, I’d be a willing worshiper for one night if she’d let me.
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she snapped.
I pressed my lips together to hold back my laughter.“Why are you here again?”
“Glad you asked,” she retorted sarcastically. “I’m here to clean up the mess you got us into.”
I frowned in confusion. “Wait. Where’s Brad?”
She raised a perfectly shaped brow. “Why?”
“He always deals with shit like this.” The PR director had always been a hands-on kind of manager. And the bigger the problem, the more he wanted to be involved.
Not that it had ever gotten this far. This was my first time getting ejected from a game, believe it or not. A fact I kept in the back of my mind to remind myself when I felt like having a particularly shitty fucking day.
What can I say? I was a sucker for punishment.
Her brows etched into a frown. “Do you not think I can do a good job?”
I raised my hands in defense. “Hey,whoa. I didnotsay that.” On the contrary, I would rather deal with her than anyone else. The other PR specialist, Matt, and I had never gotten along. There was something off about that guy that I couldn’t pinpoint. And Kennedy, well…she wasannoyinglyefficient. She would call you on your bullshit and lay it all out on the table.
Her eyes flashed with what I’d come to know was annoyance. I wasn’t joking when I said I noticedeverythingabout Kennedy. I had been observing her for a long time. I remembered the exact day she waltzed through the arena doors ready to conquer the world. She was as fiery as they’d come, and if you didn’t get out of her way, she would incinerate you without a second thought.
