Page 75 of The Brickwall and the Bombshell

So poised and collected.

Yet, she has the ability to give me a verbal beat down and never fails to surprise me with her words.

“About those orgasms,” I hedge, wondering if we need to have further conversation regarding where we stand on the whole fake relationship front.

“What about them?” she asks, daintily wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin.

“I know you said you wanted sex last night…”

“And this morning,” she adds, giving me an innocent smile like we’re discussing the weather.

Turning in my seat, I move her between my legs, needing her full attention. “I was assuming that was an extension of last night. My question is for all the nights following.”

Greer leans forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Since we amended the contract, I assumed it was a given. But just in case I wasn’t clear, I would like to continue having sex with you. As long as it continues to be mutually beneficial.”

She’s such a fucking smartass and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t turn me on.

“And when we’re in public,” I ask, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “What are the rules then?”

“You mean when we’re at the field?”

I nod, placing a kiss just above her collar bone, so I don’t mess up her makeup.

“I, uh…” She stammers and I love that I have that effect on her. “Well, I think we should keep it professional. Even though we’ve been up front with our respective bosses, I don’t think we should push the envelope. But when we’re around our friends, I’m comfortable with whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Bringing my head back up, I lock eyes with her and nod again, completely captivated.

After a minute or so, I release her and let her go back to eating her waffles.

“I do have something else I wanted to talk to you about,” she says, eyes on her plate. “I’m sure Owen has told you about the wedding.”

Swallowing down a bite, I nod. “Yeah, we’re all going to get fitted for tuxes during the next homestand.”

“I know we didn’t really set a date… I mean, we just said we’d see where things are come October. But with the wedding being in November, I just thought…”

“We’re going together,” I say, putting her out of her misery. “Regardless of where we are with all of this, we’ll still go together. Even if we decide to end this, I think it would be better to do that after Owen and Sophie are married.”

She turns to look at me and I swear I see something resembling sadness wash over her features, but then it’s gone and replaced with a smile. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too.”

I know November is still a couple of months away, and a lot can, and will, happen between now and then, but I don't like thinking about Greer and me going our separate ways.

I’m not sure what that means, but I definitely see the waters getting muddied.

* * *

As I’m drivingto the field to do some weight training, my phone rings.

Hitting the button on my steering wheel, I answer. “Hello.”

“Mack.”

“Aiden.”

“You did good last night.”

I smirk.

Fuck yeah, I did.

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