Page 69 of Playbook
“You are full of charm, aren’t you? It’s like you just can’t help it.”
I know she thinks I’m full of shit, but really, I’m just being honest.
“I get it now,” she says, surveying my face like she’s really taking me in. I wonder what she sees. Just another cocky football player? Does she still think I’m just a fuck boy?
“Get what?”
“Why women are sending you their panties in the mail and lining up for a chance to let you break their heart.”
“I haven’t broken anyone’s heart.”
“Tiffany inside might disagree.”
Using my arm at her waist, I pull her back to my chest. The position has her perfect ass sitting right on my crotch and I hold back a groan.
“What—” The question dies on her lips as I lift an arm and point toward where Tiffany is in the hot tub making out with one of my teammates.
“Ooooh.” London stares in that direction for a few more seconds before adding, “Wow. They’re really going at it.”
“You were saying?” I take another drink of champagne and offer it to her.
She drinks it, eyes still locked on them as Tripp cups Tiffany’s breasts over her tiny bikini top.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take a turn in the hot tub?” I ask, sliding the hand at her hip up to rest just under the band of her bra in the front.
Her stomach sucks in with a sudden breath. I’ve caught her staring at me enough to know there’s some level of attraction there, but I can’t get a good read on her. Have her feelings changed?
“That would be a terrible idea.” She moves off my lap, taking her tight body and the champagne with her.
When she’s put two feet of distance between us, she faces me, then takes another drink.
“Why?”
“Seriously?”
When I nod, she laughs. “So many reasons.”
“Lay ’em on me.” I want to hear all her excuses so then I can tell her why they don’t matter.
“You want me to tell you why we…” She cuts the distance between us in half. “Shouldn’t make out in front of three hundred people?”
“So it’s the people watching that’s a problem for you? Because I know some spots that are a lot more private if that’s the only thing keeping you from kissing me.”
Her gaze drops to my mouth, then quickly up. “It’s not the only reason.”
“Give me one more.”
“I’ll give you two.” She smiles smugly. “Tiffany and tiramisu.”
“We’ve already established that she meant nothing.”
“And that is exactly the point.” She’s getting more comfortable around me, but instead of being glad,I’mfeeling uneasy. “Have you ever dated anyone for real?”
“What does that even mean? What makes it real?”
“Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
“Once. In high school.”
