Page 22 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
“Why are you calling Slade all hours of the night?” Miranda asked out of the blue when she stepped out of the shower.
“Huh? Uh, nothing. Just this project we’re working on.”
“I haven’t seen him much either. Not even at the parties around campus. I wonder what that’s about.”
“I have no idea,” I told her.
Up to now, I’d managed to not tell her about what Slade got up to in our dorm room a few weeks ago. I wasn’t ready to be grilled on how great a kisser he was or why I didn’t jump his bones, so I kept it to my lonesome.
“You wouldn’t be hiding something from me, would you?”
“Me? No…hiding, what would I have to hide? Like what?” Damn, that came out too nervous. Even I thought I was guilty.
“Tell me,” she persisted, studying me like she could drag secrets out of me by looking at me sideways.
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Wait. Did something happen between you and Slade?”
“Me and Slade? No…not at all. Why would you think that? Did I not just mention he’s been shirking on our project too?”
“Hmmm. Okay…just be sure to tell me if it does, or there’ll be hell to pay, missy.” She grabbed her light jacket and a tiny black purse she liked to wear to campus hangouts.
“I will. Where are you off to?”
“This Master’s student is hosting a talk on séances at her place off campus. I can’t miss it. Hey, you should come.”
“Um…I think I’ll pass, hun.”
“Cool, but don’t think I’ll let you off the hook for the next invite. We haven’t spent nearly enough time together lately. You and I need a good talk session.”
“Sure, hun.” I nodded and she rushed to open the door.
“Soon. Talk to you when I get back.”
Later that night, around midnight, my phone woke me up, buzzing next to my bed. I picked it up and was too groggy to check the number.
“Hello.”
“Get dressed.” It was Slade. “I’ll swing by in fifteen to pick you up.”
I didn’t appreciate having to wait until he was ready to work in order for us to meet up to work on the project, let alone him waking me up like this. “Fine,” I groaned. “I’ll be down by then.”
He was waiting in front of the dorm by the time I got downstairs, with the passenger side door open.
“Hop in,” he called from inside.
The gentleman was long gone. Maybe that meant he was done trying to get in my pants. I took that as a good sign. I slid into his car, and the smell of cigarette smoke and fried food assaulted me immediately.
“What have you been doing? Hosting parties in the Slaughter-mobile? Or did you have me waiting because you’ve been out drinking at some new smoking club dive bar?”
“Good one. And no. I’m fine to drive. Haven’t had a drop, and you know I don’t smoke. Just taking care of some personal business.”
“You’ve been out trying to get a piece of ass, then, haven’t you?”
He cut his eyes at me. “Why would I do that when I’ve got you right here?” he teased and put a hand on my leg.
I pushed his hand off and gave him the evil eye. “Don’t even try that tonight.”
