Page 53 of Scoring the Player
Hot Stuff
Oh, they were delicious. What are you up to tonight?
Me
Not much. Want to see for yourself what a night-in looks like? Fair warning, half my team is here. But it’s chill.
Hot Stuff
I’d love to. Is it okay if I bring Jane?
Me
Of course.
Hot Stuff
Right. I forgot. The more hot girls, the merrier.
Me
Exactly!
Twenty minutes later, she and Jane walk through the front door. Lucas is overly excited to see Jane. He scoots over, directing people to move, so she can sit next to him on the couch. Dahlia walks over to me, swinging a bag in her hand and wearing a flirty smile that looks like the fun kind of trouble.
“I brought you my extra tacos.” She holds up the bag in front of me and the smell hits my nose.
An involuntary groan slips out. I reach for it, and she lifts it just out of reach, taunting me.
“Don’t tease me, hot stuff. I would do very bad things for those tacos right now.”
She loves pushing my buttons. Little does she know, she pushes most of them without even trying. Everything about her just hits a little different. But right now, as she purposely tries to get a reaction out of me, I’m more than happy to oblige.
I lunge, but instead of going for the bag, I loop an arm around her waist and bring her down onto my lap. She giggles and squeals, still holding the bag as far away from me as possible.
“You’re in trouble now.” I tickle her sides and she immediately brings her elbows closer to try to stop me.
“You didn’t say the magic word.” She’s squirming on my lap, which does not go unnoticed by my dick.
“Is the magic word tacos?” I ask.
“No.”
My fingers dance up her rib cage again. “Is it Felix Walters is a god among men?”
She laughs. “That’s not one word.”
“I know, but it was worth a shot. Plus, I just wanted to throw it out there, so you’d know it was okay if you were feeling that too.”
“Your ego is impressive.”
“All of me is impressive,” I say before I can think better of it.
She just giggles.
“Please, hot stuff, may I have your leftover tacos?”
She brings the bag closer. “Was that so hard?”
