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There’s something so incredibly sexy about the way she gives it to me straight. She’s completely unimpressed by me, and it makes her that more attractive.
“I’m feeling like that hate for me we discussed earlier has returned.”
“You think you can buy me a latte and give me some hockey tickets I never asked for, and we’re all good?”
Damn, this girl is hot.
She stands to leave and I need to lean over to hide the way my dick jumps to attention. The fucker has a mind of its own. Especially because of the way that Kennedy’s perfectly apple-shaped ass jiggles under the soft fabric of those sweatpants.
“I promise you that I’m not, excuse the pun, skating by,” I say, unable to hide my smile as I grasp her wrist to stop her.
“That’s pretty lame, even for you.”
She pulls her arm from my grip.
“Seriously, my contribution to the project will equal everyone else’s. I have a super tight schedule this month, but I promise I’ll use the break to catch up. I’ve had to catch up on schoolwork my whole life. I’m used to it.”
“I’m not sure what my schedule will look like once I get home. I have to split my time between two houses.”
“Why?” I ask when I notice a flicker of pain etched on her face, although I can probably guess why.
“That’s not important.”
There’s a story there, but I’m not going to push for it. She’s right. It’s not important for me to know. I’m just happy that she’s considering my idea.
“We can probably get a lot done on the flight. It’s a long one, and I’m good with research. I’ll pay for the plane wifi, and we’ll figure out the rest later. Deal?”
She stares at me for a long contemplative moment, then sighs, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but deal.”
Hell, fucking yes!
I’m in.
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The celebratory cheersaround me are infectious. One hurrah leads to another round of claps. Since early October we've played six games and won them all. It’s the best start the Valencia Suns have ever had in the team's history.
"Hell yeah!" my teammates cheer, patting each other on the back and flicking bottled water at each other.
Back in the locker room, Coach gives us our usual after-game speech but I don't process much of anything he's saying because all I can see in my head is Lorenzo whispering in Kennedy's ear half the night and her smiling at something he said.
It’s like a horrible movie clip repeatedly playing in my head.
I can't unsee the shit.
I give her pretty ass two comp tickets and she invites that goofy baseball player to sit in them?
Neo taps me on the shoulder. “Are you listening?
“What?”
“Coach said there are some boosters here to talk to us.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, now.”
“I’m wiped. I just want to take a shit and a shower. I don't want to talk to any damn VCU alumni right now.”