Page 15 of Zero Pucks Given
I reached for the wine, and he snatched the bottle away. “Fuck you.”
“Fuckyou,” I hissed back.
“This is officially the worst date I’ve ever been on,” he announced. “And I’ve been on somereallybad ones. Congrats. You’re literally the worst.” He held his glass of wine up in a toast.
“You’re near the bottom of my list, too,” I shot back. “It’s a goodthing this isn’t arealdate, because there’s not enough expensive wine in the world to make me go home with you.”
“Hah!” he barked. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“It’s true. You’re repulsive.”
He narrowed his eyes. “For someone repulsive, you got quite an eyeful when I took my jacket off. And when we met outside.”
Getting called out made my stomach tighten, so I replied, “I sawyoustaring at my chest outside.”
He rested one arm across the back of his chair and gestured at me. “Because your tits are out for everyone to see. I’m only human, and you have a nice rack. I have to give you that. But let me tell you a little secret, pussycat: it takes more than a nice body to move my needle.”
I let out an annoyed growl. “You’d be lucky to sleep with me.” It sounded so bitchy, but my mind was swimming from the wine and I waspissed.
Grayson’s eyes moved down my body again, just like when we met outside. His gaze lingered on my chest, and he smiled.
“Eh,” he finally said. “You’re a solid eight. But I’ve got tens lined up to get into my bed.”
I clenched my jaw and tried not to tremble with rage. The worst part was that I knew he was probably telling the truth. He was famous, and he wasnotugly, so he probably had women throwing themselves at him around the clock.
His smile deepened, like he could read my mind.
The photographer suddenly slipped into our room. “The main course is coming out now. I want to get a few shots.”
We glared across the table at each other as the server arrived with our entrées.
“Can I get a to-go box?” I asked. “I’m done with this evening.”
“Um…” The server glanced at each of us. “Yes, of course.”
“We’re scheduled for another hour,” the photographer warned. “Webuilt in time for dessert and a nightcap.”
“I won’t be needing either,” I replied. “I’d rather drink sewage than spend another second with this man.”
Grayson leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his broad chest. The muscles in his forearms pressed tightly against the dress shirt as he sneered at me. “You’re a miserable person, you know that?”
“I’m not miserable at all.”
“You’ve basically won the lottery, and you’ve found a way to be as unhappy as possible about it. Honestly, it’s impressive. I’ve never met anyone who could hit the jackpot and still find a way to let it ruin their day.”
“I wasn’t pissed off until you started making fun of my career,” I argued.
“Career.” Grayson smirked at me. “That’s a strong word, don’t you think?”
I turned to the photographer. “I hope you got a photo of that look right there. The condescending asshole attitude. Then again, I’m sure he looks that way all the time.”
The photographer chuckled, but quickly covered it up.
Grayson turned to the photographer and said, “She’s an aspiring TikTok influencer. You can tell she’s onlyaspiringbecause she sells beer at the arena.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you more,” he said. “And do you know why? Because when I leave here, I’m going back to my amazing life. And you have to go back to making pathetic makeup videos that only get twenty views.”
