Page 88 of Wildcat
“Declan’s swinging by. We were going to hang and have a drink here, or we can go downstairs,” Ash says as I’m about to call Scarlett.
“Whatever.” I pull out my headphones. “I’m gonna take a walk and call my girl.”
I slip on my headphones and FaceTime her as I leave the room.
Her face fills the screen, and Scarlett hits me with a smile that makes my chest warm.
“Hi, gorgeous.”
“Hey. Are you at the hotel or the arena?”
I tilt my phone to show her the hallway of the hotel. “We just got here. What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to go out with Jade.”
Jade’s head pops into view. “Hey, Leo.”
“Hey, Jade. What sort of trouble are you two going to get up to?” I take the stairs down to the first floor and sit in one of the chairs adjacent to the lobby.
Jade disappears as fast as she appears.
“She’s saying goodbye to Sam before we leave,” Scarlett answers when Jade doesn’t.
“You need to go?”
She shakes her head. “Uhh… that was my polite way of saying she’s going to give him a blow job. We have a few minutes.”
She shifts the phone, and I get a glimpse of the tight green dress wrapped around her.
I bark a laugh. “Fuck, I miss you already. You look nice.”
“We’re going to this bridal runway show.” A slight blush creeps up her face. “It’s for Jade’s column.”
“You better sit far away from the stage then so you don’t show up the models.”
She rolls her eyes, but her smile doesn’t falter.
“A few minutes, huh? I can work with that.”
Her eyes darken. “You’re in the middle of a hotel.”
“But you aren’t.” My back is to a wall, and I hold my phone closer to me so no one else can see the screen.
With a hesitant smile, she pulls the fabric of her dress down until the black lacy bra she’s wearing is the only thing blocking her tits from view. “Damn, baby. You’re so gorgeous.”
A shadow falls over me, and someone clears their throat. I look up to scowl at whoever has invaded my space and stare straight into Coach Miller’s irritated face.
“Coach. Hi,” I squeak out, “I was just talking to Scarlett.”
“Oh my god,” she mumbles. I take a quick glance down to make sure she’s righted her dress before I show him the screen.
“Hey, Daddy.”
“Hi, honey.” His face transforms when he speaks to her, but slips right back to irritated when he speaks to me. “When you finish here, can you grab Maverick and Tyler for a quick line meeting?”
“Absolutely,” I say a little too eagerly.
Scarlett laughs. Glad one of us can find the humor in this situation. Damn, that could have been hella awkward.
