Page 11 of Hidden Plays
“You’re not fighting me on this today?” He raised a brow, and the corner of his mouth ticked.
“Why, do you want me to?” I dropped the sheet to my side and leaned in closer, the fresh cinnamon scent of him gliding over me. Goddamn, what body wash did he use? “Gay bar night is Saturday after the game.” That way, we both had Sunday to rest. Not that we’d be out late. More than likely, we’d have a quick drink, take a photo and leave.
“Okay. I’ll be ready.” He offered a sly grin. “Anything special you want me to wear?”
Oh damn. I could up the game here. With my gaze raking over him, I said, “Yeah, something to show off your body. Most guys wear tight jeans or shorter shorts and crop tops. That sort of thing.” As the image of him in jean shorts and a crop top invaded my head, my cock plumped. Fucking hell, my dick needed to stay out of this. But Iwasonly human.
With a nod, he said, “Sure, I have stuff like that.”
“You do?” I arched a brow. “Are you sure you’re not queer?”
“I’m not fucking queer.” His brows lowered, and his gaze trailed over my body. “What are you wearing?”
“Uh…I don’t know yet, but I plan on showing off all myass-ets.” I waggled my brows. I’d ensure lots of men hit on me and put him to work. “So, you better be ready to keep the guys off me.”
His lips pushed together. “Fine. I’ll be the best boyfriend you ever had.” He widened his eyes. “Shit, you know what I mean.”
“You'd better watch yourself. You might find me irresistible, just like Colton did.” What was I saying? Was I flirting with him now? I had to stop. Shuffling my feet, I said, “Anyway, I’ll, uh,get to work.” I strode to a stationary bike and started my warmup.
I hadto inform the guys I’d be at the gay bar this weekend without them wanting to join me. After returning home, I left my bedroom for the main room. Casey and Eli sat on the couch, playing Madden on the big screen.
“Hey, want to join?” Casey said, his fingers flying over the controller.
“Naw, but I need to talk to you both.” I’d ruminated over this all afternoon and decided it would be best to come out with it. Sitting next to Casey, I said, “I’m meeting a guy at the gay bar on Saturday.”
“You what?” Eli’s brown eyes popped open, and he dropped the controller in his lap.
Casey paused the game. “Who?” He uncurled his arm over the cushion behind my shoulders.
“A guy. I don’t know. I met him in, uh, class.” Fuck, I should have thought this through better, but none of my roommates were in my classes. My pulse kicked.
“Want some backup?” Casey gave me a broad grin.
“No.” I huffed. It figured. Any excuse and Casey would hit the bar.
“Seriously? I can hide somewhere. You won’t even know I’m there.” His grin grew wicked.
“I said no.” I knitted my brows. “I don’t want you hanging out and watching me.” I had to talk him out of this. Would he show up anyway? Fuck. “Listen, you guys told me to go to the gay bar, and I am. I’m just going with a guy I met in class. Then?—”
“He won’t be as sweaty?” Eli burst out into a laugh. “Will you tell him to wash his dick before your date?”
“Stop it.” With a quick inhale, I rubbed my forehead. I’dnever live that conversation down. “We’ll see if it gets that far, but at least he’s not some rando.”
“Wait, do you like this guy?” Casey set his controller on the coffee table and shifted to face me.
Fucking Holden? No, but my dick might disagree with that statement. Why though? I didn’t have a connection with Holden. “Maybe. I don’t know yet. He’s uh, he’s got an impressive body, and he’s smart.” I winced. Here I was, saying nice things about Holden, the guy I hated.
“Oh.” Casey’s brows raised under his dirty blond bangs. “So, he sounds like your type. You thought Myles was smart and had an impressive body, too.”
“Yeah, guess so.” And didn’t I like the way Myles smelled? I rubbed the heel of my hand across my chest. No, Holden was straight, and this was nothing. Holden would learn a lesson, and that was all.
“Okay, well, I hope this works out for you, bro.” With a warm smile, Casey patted my knee.
“Yeah, me too.” Eli glanced at the television. “Come on, Casey. I’m about to score here.”
“No, you’re not.” Picking up his controller, Casey started the game.
My job was done. I knew they’d tell the other guys and, hopefully, they’d leave me alone about the fucking gay bar. And hookups. My heart about stopped. Shit, if I could keep this going and pretend Holden was my boyfriend, no one would ask me about Myles anymore. But shit, it was Holden, and he’d never let the guys think he was queer.
