Page 6 of The Game

I jump up and follow her. “You’re holding out on me.”

When I step into the kitchen, my stomach growls. Shit, I’m starving. On the counter is a tray of spinach and cheese pinwheels, and parmesan-ranch baked zucchini coins. My mouth waters.

God, she’s too good to me. On my own, I’d fucking starve to death. I speed walk to the counter and snatch a pinwheel off the tray.

After I bite down on the cheesy concoction, I moan. “God, this is delicious.”

“Thank you.”

As I swallow, I grab another piece and turn to her. “Don’t think we’re done with this conversation.”

“I’ll tell you about him if things work out.” She stares at the wall behind me.

“Promise?” Ashley has not had much better luck in the relationship department than I have, and I would love to see her happy. Not that I’m pushing her to move out. I don’t want to eat canned ravioli and grilled cheese every night.

“Yes.”

“Good.” I pop zucchini into my mouth and fight the groan that wants to slip from between my lips. I close my eyes as my mouth works over the coated vegetable. I don’t want to sound like I’m having an orgasm in the kitchen. At least if I’m not with someone.

I shiver as the image of Gunner working out invades my memory. Those arms and thighs would be killers in the sex department. But I’ll never find out.

“How did my friendship with Jenna come up?”

“Tony wants us all to get together sometime.” Thankfully, she’s decided to avoid pushing the Gunner questions. I don’t want to be reminded of his lack of interest.

Why would he be attracted? I dress in a way that de-emphasizes my sexuality – spandex. My tits are flat like I’ve taped them down to my chest. Not to mention, I work with a bunch of grunting, sweaty guys all day. Yep, that makes me sexy as fuck.

Her eyes light up, and she claps. “That would be fantastic. We should have a party.”

“I don’t think he meant anything like that.”

“Pft.” She waves her hand dismissively and then snatches a pinwheel off the platter. “The more, the merrier. We could have it at Chloe’s parent’s restaurant.”

“Chloe’s parent’s restaurant?”

“They own a restaurant that’s connected to her bakery. The bakery is pretty small, but her parent’s café can hold around one hundred people.”

My stomach churns. “I’m not sure that’s w

hat he had in mind.” My head pounds like a jackhammer is going off in it.

Ashley’s the party queen, and I’m the homebody. The thought of putting on a dress and prancing around in front of a bunch of people makes me want to break out in hives or join a self-imposed quarantine.

“We’ll keep it small. Friends, family, any of their friends on the team. It’ll be a blast. I can use the time to network and get more clients interested in nutritional planning.”

Yeah. It’ll be epic. So, why am I praying for a restriction on public gatherings?

Chapter Four

Gunner

The gym is dark when I push open the door and step into the silent room. My gaze darts around the gloominess until I reach Dani’s office. Once again, she’s here earlier than I am. It’s the second time this week.

I hate to admit I considered using my home gym and not walking in until the first team meeting, but I’m not a chicken. I can be around a woman who isn’t attracted to me.

When she sees me, she waves and returns to her work. Shit. My teeth grit together. Being dismissed by her grates on my nerves.

Nice. When did I get such an ego? Stop being a prick. I turn on my heel and march to the weight benches. I’m not going to get my boxers in a bunch over a woman I just met.

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