Page 54 of Wildcat
I let my gaze flick over her body and then back up to those plump lips I can’t stop thinking about.
“How can you possibly be checking me out in this hideous outfit?” She stares down at her clothing. “It smells like body odor and paint thinner.”
She’s right about that. These clothes could use a spin in the washing machine. Even so, she’s sexy as hell in her camouflage overalls and face mask.
“You forget, I know what’s underneath.”
She looks away and adjusts the goggles on her face. “Is that never speaking of it again?”
“Which time are we never speaking of again?” I ask, and she raises her brows with a playful smirk on her lips I want to kiss off.
The sounds of battle in front of us indicate some of the players have found one another.
“Come over after.”
“What?” She laughs lightly. “You have a meeting.”
“I know, but I want to spend more time with you. You can clean up at my place, and then hang out if you want while I go to my meeting. Shouldn’t take long and we can do something later. Watch a movie or…” I trail off because all the other ideas jumping to mind are dirty.
“Clean up? I don’t have a drop of paint on me. I don’t know about you, but I plan to leave this game without being splattered in paint. We’ll just hide out here and—”
I fire the gun at my shoe and then wipe my hand on the yellow paint.
“Oh no,” she says as I reach toward her.
I stalk forward, watching her beautiful eyes widen.
“Leo,” she warns and backs away from me. She’s so worried about me that she doesn’t notice that we’re out in the open. Neither do I until a barrage of pink, blue, and green paint pelts us. A blue blob hits the side of her glasses and streaks down her hair, but her smile doesn’t falter. And neither does mine.
After a brutal loss, we shuck the overalls, and I walk Scarlett out to her car. “I don’t know how to tell you this,” I say as I lean into her, brushing a hand along the curve of her neck. “But you stink.”
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear as laughter spills from her lips. “Yeah, well, you don’t smell so great either.”
I drop my mouth until it’s an inch from hers. Just a hint of caramel apple vodka lingers on her breath. I gotta say, I prefer it a lot more this way.
“Come back to my place,” I ask again.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or don’t want to?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she opens her car door. “Thanks for the game, Leo Lohan.”
“Just out of curiosity, what’s with calling me by my full name?” I ask as I watch her slide behind the wheel.
“Do you have a problem with that, Leo Lohan?”
“Sure don’t,Scarlett Miller. Just wondering why?”
“It reminds me who you are.”
The way she says it like this is a terrible idea, doesn’t phase me. I’m in too deep.
I hold her stare. “I’m just me. Awesome paintball player, exceptional date, and vodka tasting assistant.”
“You’re a professional athlete and you play for my dad,” she fires back. “Bye, Leo Lohan.”
I goto the arena for my meeting with coach.
