Page 23 of Playbook
I damn near trip over my chair as I reread them, shuffling back to my seat.
“Walk much?” Knox asks dryly, catching my chair before it topples over.
“Shit, sorry.”
My smile grows as I take a seat.
When I finally look up, everyone is staring at me.
I slide Archer his beer and he shoots me a puzzled look. “Georgia?”
I’m glad to see him engaging in conversation a little even if he still looks bummed.“No. You remember that chick from the club?”
“The one who thought you were buying used panties?”
“One and the same,”I say with a wince.
“Gross, really?” Jane asks with a look of horror on her face.
“I don’t,”I clarify. Then I explain the situation with the PO Box. I got it after the underwear ads started popping up. I started getting a lot of mail and didn’t love the idea of people having my real address. Archer and I had a good laugh over a few of the letters from women who asked for a lock of my hair or detailed out the things they’d like to do to me (or me do to them), but then I just stopped opening it. It was too much.
Arch and I moved shortly after and I closed the PO Box andstarted using my agent’s address on my website and other public sites. He forwards a few things. Letters from kids that want autographs or who say that I’m their hero. I hadn’t given the rest of it much thought since then. Until London.
“Wait.” Avery holds up a hand.“People send you their dirty panties?”
“Oh yeah.”Arch answers for me. “And that’s not even the weirdest thing. One woman photoshopped images of them together. It was pretty convincing.”
“That’s weirder than crusty undies?”Jane asks.“I’ve received some strange fan mail, but that’s just nasty.”
Jane was a child TV star. She has this amazing voice and a flair for the dramatic.
“They were naked photos,”Arch says, one side of his mouth pulling up in a smile.
“Oh, that’s creepy.”Knox shakes his head and grimaces. He pulls Avery closer to him. It still catches me by surprise sometimes when I see him all lovey-dovey. I never thought he’d fall so hard for a girl, but Avery is perfect for him. She takes no shit, and Knox…gives a lot of shit.
“Why is she texting you?”Jane asks, bringing me back to the texts on my phone.
“I sent her tickets to the game as an apology.”
“Smooth, bro.”Hendrick nods his approval, grinning.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t think she was there. I looked for her right before the game started and didn’t see her, but she texted to thank me for the tickets and said nice game.”
“Is she hot?”Jane asks.
“He wouldn’t have sent her tickets if she weren’t,”Knox pipes up.
“That’s not true. I felt bad.”I still do. I messed up by not forwarding my mail and I wanted to own that. Also, I really don’t like being on anyone’s shit list. Not Billy Boones’ and especially not hers.
“She’s hot,”Archer confirms.
I glare at him. I didn’t tell him I thought she was hot, so those are his words. I feel a little hit of jealousy, which is absurd. She’s about as interested in me as Jane is in my dick size. At least according to her letters.
But still…she came tonight and she texted.
“What does she look like? I need a visual,”Avery says.
Knox laughs.“Are you tired of me, princess?”
