Page 51 of One Little Mistake
Shoving me aside, Lexi locates Colt. “Hey, Colty, wanna play?”
Why the hell does he get a friendly greeting?
“Hells yeah I do.”
Fucking Colt. As he passes, I grab his arm. “Hey, all these assholes are watching her ass. Don’t you think we should get her to change before we play?”
“Get me to change? Are you kidding, East? What am I? Ten?”
“Lexi, your ass is hanging out,” I yell to cheers from the peanut gallery. “See!”
“Pft. It is not. Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’ll tell you what, let’s play for it. If I win, I wear whatever the hell I want. If you win, I’ll go put on sweatpants and your sweatshirt to ensure I’m ‘properly covered’ for the rest of the night. What do you say, East? Think you can beat me?”
I know I can beat her. I wasn’t varsity captain for three years in a row for nothing.
This was my first mistake.
“Done. Let’s go.”
“What about me?” Colt whines.
“You get the shots,” Lexi yells. “First to ten wins. Every basket the winner and loser take a shot.”
“God, I love you, Lexi! This is my kind of Vegas.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at my younger brother. “Get some water, too,” I shout, unbuttoning my top few buttons.
“Water? Come on, East. We’re in Vegas!”
“You’ll thank me later. Just get a waiter to bring everything,” I tell him.
“You ready to play, or you still barking orders at your underlings?”
Stepping into her space, I lower my mouth to her ear. “If I’m paying them well enough, I’ll yell whatever the hell I want.”
“Asshole.”
“Princess.”
“Ha, ha. So far from the truth, you have no idea. You want to jump for it?”
“You want to jump for the ball? Lexi, I realize you’re six feet, but I still have a few inches on you.”
“Yeah, so did my teammates in college. I had to learn to jump, white boy. Did you?”
“It’sWhite Men Can’t Jump, Lexi, not white boy.”
“We’ll see about that. What do you say?”
“Sure. Colt!” I yell. “Throw the ball up for us.”
Lexi gets into position opposite me, and holy fuck, her dress rides up her silky thighs even higher. I need to end this goddamn game so I can dress her appropriately.
“Clean game, kids.” Colt smirks just before he sends the ball into the air.
I take my eyes off of him for a second and see the muscles in Lexi’s thighs push off. It’s a two-second distraction that has me biffing the tip-off. Lexi, who is barefoot, lands gracefully and takes off toward the basket. I have to sprint to catch her, and when I do, I plant myself in position, but she fakes right, then rolls left to make the left-handed layup.
As she’s grabbing her own rebound, the crowd that’s forming cheers.Holy shit, she’s good.
