Page 39 of The Game

“Dumbass, you can’t tell someone they’re not allowed to see anyone else. You have to ask and get their permission,” Tony calls out. His voice echoes off the cement walls and several players, who are standing in front of the gym, turn and gape at us.

Way to announce it to the team, Jackass. “Fine. I’ll fucking ask, and if she even thinks about saying no, I’ll tell her – she’s mine.”

“Thank God. I thought he’d never get laid again.” Tony and Jeremiah laugh hysterically.

“Shut it.” I twist around to face the two stand-up comedians and flip them off. I wink and yank open the gym door. This situation needs to be dealt with.

Chapter Twenty-One

Dani

I sit on the edge of my desk with my feet swinging, and my hands pressed onto the wooden surface.

Ashley shuts the door, so our conversation can continue in private.

On the other side of the door, the drone of voices and gym equipment smacking drowns out the individual conversations.

She grins, and her eyes twinkle with delight. “The dress was a hit, wasn’t it?”

The heat spreads across my chest and up my neck until it overcomes my face and probably leaves me looking like a ten-year-old getting up to give her first public speech. “Yes, he loved the dress. Thank you.”

“Yes.” She steps forward and offers her hand in the air for a high five.

Crap. My gaze darts to the window. Is anyone paying attention to us? Dillon is across the room on the free weights. His eyes are glued to us. Does he like Ashley? Interesting. “I can’t high five you. Somebody’s going to think something’s up.”

Ashley rolls her eyes and leaves her hand in the air. “Don’t be an idiot. High fives and chest bumps are the currency of conversation in the gym.”

“Fine.” I smack her hand and then shake mine in the air. Damn it. Ashley does everything full force.

She leans in. “Tell me everything that happened.”

“I can’t tell you that.” I fan myself and swallow.

“Holy hell. It must be good if you can’t say the words. You gave me a blow-by-blow of your sex life with Tad.”

“Yeah, it was pathetic. There wasn’t anything to tell.”

She waggles her eyebrows and crosses her arms. “Then, I’ll list it off, and you nod or shake your head.”

“Fine,” I sigh in exasperation. There’s no way she’s going to relent until she has all the details. If I don’t tell her, she’s likely to head out to the field and corner Gunner.

“Oral?” She raises a finger.

“Yes,” I mumble and glower at the ceiling. God, I hope Gunner doesn’t get mad; Ashley knows about our relationship.

What if he doesn’t want anyone to know? That’s a little hard to believe when we were making out in front of five hundred people. Granted, that was ‘fake’ Gunner and Dani. This is ‘real’ Gunner and Dani.

“Both?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, this is getting good.” She flushes and fans her shirt out in an apparent attempt to cool down.

“Consummated?”

“Consummated? Of course.” My gaze moves from the ceiling to the window. Dillon’s still looking. What’s up with that?

“Missionary?”

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