Page 64 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
She agreed. “That’s what I was thinking, too.”
Cassidy narrowed her eyes at me, but that look had nothing to do with this project. That was the angry lady look, and maybe I deserved it. If I just could have told her what all was going on, she probably would have understood. When I didn’t say anything else, Cassidy closed the folder and stood up.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Let’s turn this in and be done with it.”
“Excellent.” I stretched an arm over her shoulder and smiled. “So when are we getting together to celebrate completing the project?”
Cassidy looked at my hand on her shoulder, then turned and looked at me. “Actually, we’re done here.”
“What are you talking about?”
She turned to look at me, her books against her chest, her body perfectly straight and rigid. “You’ve got some nerve. You flip the switch whenever you feel like it, then you don’t call me for days, you don’t answer when I call, and you don’t respond to my texts. When you finally do show up, you’ve always got some lame excuse as to why that is. You fuck me, and then you run off, and now I know why. Thank you for finally finishing the write-up. I think your version is going to help our project immensely. I’ve included it. I’m going to turn it all in now. Then, we’re done.”
Yep, this was the crazy lady mode I’d been hearing about.
“Listen, I’ve had a lot of personal things going on,” I told her. “I can’t go into too much detail right now, but I’m sorry, and I can do better if you give me another chance.”
“Right. Pardon me, but you haven’t had anything else going on except for drinking with your buddies and making stupid bets about how long it would take to get me in bed with you. Or was it how many times you could fuck me? I don’t remember.”
Oh crap.
That was it.
She knew about the bet. I knew it would come back to bite me in the ass eventually, and it did. Added to the fact that I hadn’t been returning her calls or emails, it painted a pretty damning picture for me.
“That’s right, Slade. I found out this was only about bagging everyone’s favorite Ice Princess. Yeah, I heard about that, too. The funny thing is, I’m not even that upset about it anymore. Your bet just saved me from a life like Caroline’s, something I didn’t want in the first place.” She tilted her head, smiled and turned. “Let’s get this paper to Dr. Taylor so I can get on with that.”
“Cassidy, come on,” I said, following her to the drop box outside the prof’s office. It sounded so pathetic, but she’d just leveled my ass. I didn’t have a leg to stand on.
She found a stapler, bound our papers together, slipped it in the drop box, and left. Watching her walk away from me made me decide not to leave things like this. I never gave up on a damn thing without a fight. Slade Clark didn’t make a habit of losing, and I wasn’t about to start now. I caught up to her outside and tried to stop her.
“Look, Cassidy, just talk to me.” I put my hand gently on her arm.
Big mistake.
She dragged my hand off of her and for a second she looked like she was ready for a physical fight.
“Let go of me, Slade. We both have to be at practice.”
By the tone in her voice, I could tell she wasn’t going to budge. I let her go.
