Page 41 of Playbook
One brow cocks and her lips twist into a smirk.
“I know, I know,” I say. “I’m not trying to say it isn’t deserved, but my performance on the field is being questioned now because of it and I can’t have that.”
“Maybe you should stop taking body shots at the bar.”
“She pulled my head into her cleavage.”
“Or stop calling women during the game.”
I wince. Yeah, Coach wasn’t happy that I was almost late. I just had to make sure she didn’t run off again. It felt like my last chance.
Fuck. Maybe my dick is still getting me into trouble. Which gives me all the more reason to convince her of my grand plan.
“Just hear me out.”
She leans forward, elbows resting on the table.
“Let’s just keep telling people we’re together. Youcan let the prick ex think we’re dating for as long as you need.”
“What do you get out of it?”
“The same thing.” I motion with my head to the bar. “If they think I’ve settled down, then they’ll get off my back, and hopefully my coaches will too.”
She looks at me like she thinks I’m joking. Her lips turn up at the corners and she opens her mouth as if to speak, but then stops herself.
The longer I think about it, the more I’m certain it’s a great idea.
“How would we pull that off?” she asks.
“Simple.” I shrug one shoulder.
“The second you hook up with another girl, they’ll all know.”
“All right. Good point.” I tap my hands on the table as I think. Lying low isn’t such a bad plan. Especially as the season is ramping up. I don’t want my game on the field to be overshadowed by anything else. “So I won’t hook up with anyone else.”
“Anyoneelse?” she repeats. “I’m not hooking up with you.”
“That isn’t what I meant.” Though it doesn’t sound so terrible. My gaze drops to her mouth. “The season is about to get hectic anyway, so how hard could it be to make people believe I’ve settled down and become a one-woman man?”
She huffs out a short laugh. Her green eyes shine bright with disbelief. “You’re serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“No one will ever believe we are dating.”
“Chris did.”
“Only because you were with me. I can’t just go around telling people I’m dating Brogan Six.”
“We’ll tell them together.” I pull out my phone. “I’ll post it.”
“Hold up.” She flings a hand out between us. “You want to post on your very public social media that you’re dating me?”
“You can post and tag me if you prefer.”
Laughter slips from her lips. It starts quiet but soon her body is shaking with it and she can’t seem to stop.
“Don’t worry. My ego isn’t hurt at all,” I say wryly. I honestly didn’t think it’d be so hard to convince her to do this. It seems like the perfect solution to both our problems.
