“Okay.” She tosses the washcloth on the counter. “Let me out.”
“Out.” I consider it. “Tempting, but no.”
“No?”
I smirk. “You haven’t paid the toll, princess.”
She grabs her sweater, but I snatch it from her grasp.
“No, no, we’re not doingthat,” I chide. “We haven’t even begun to discuss your latest transgressions. They’re stacking up.”
“With you, every glance is a slight.”
“That’s true. Better only look at my feet, then.”
When her gaze doesn’t drop, I smile wider. Why is riling her up so muchfun?
But then, all at once, I remember the topic at hand: the fucking embarrassment from this afternoon.
Did that hit suck? Absolutely.
DidScarlett Wallacerunning out on the field like I’d been shot make it any better? Hell no. In fact, it opened a can of worms—questions from my teammates about the hot new girl fawning over me. I can only praise some higher entity that no one but Tyler knows she’s my stepsister.
I have a reputation to uphold. Also, my coach doesn’t exactly know about my fighting, and I worked damn hard to hide my injuries. So it took me a bit longer to get up today… I’m fine. Stanley got me some hardcore painkillers a while ago, and I’ll be leaning on those for the next few days.
None of that matters, however, if Scarlett reveals my secrets—even ones she unwittingly holds.
And coddling me like a baby.
No, thanks.
Hard pass.
Plus, theaudacity. In what world does Scarlett care about me?
I consider that–and then her angle. She was snooping in my room and discovered my cash, although she hasn’t figured out why I have it. She won’t get that from me. But perhaps that’s her angle? She wants the money…or she wants me to go easy on her.
Two things that are laughable at best and infuriating at worst.
My original mission–to make her life hell–stands, no matter how worried she seemed on the field.
I lift my shirt, exposing my bruised torso. “This, Scarlett, is none of your fucking business.”
She gasps.
Yes, the colors are a bit more, uh…vibrantthan they were yesterday, no thanks to that hit today. But Coach was none the wiser, and I blamed my few mistakes on lack of sleep. Luckily, he didn’t ask too many questions. Tyler did a great job of distracting him.
Tomorrow might be a different story.
I drop her shirt. It slips through my fingers, landing at my feet.
“Oops.” I go to grab it and let out a pained groan.
“Oh, god. No, I’ve got it.” She immediately goes to her knees in front of me.
She reaches for it without thinking, leaning forward, and I get a great look at her tits. But just for a moment. Then, I unlock the door and twist the knob, stepping aside to allow it to swing inward. It just misses her–and she just missesit.
“God, Scarlett, you’d do anything to suck my dick.”
