Prologue #2
“No cute little nicknames or thinking were on the same page, Fletcher. No how. That shit isn’t going to work on me. So, if you don’t mind, I have to study.” She curtly laid out and I had to respect it.
“I could help you know?” I offered and she looked at me and fucking hell made me fall deeper in love with her with how she laughed.
Open and free.
The sound wrapped around me like fucking music and the sight of it? of her laughing and smiling in my direction, for me, even if it was at me somewhat, felt better than being under the stadium lights mid-season.
Yeah, I was fucked.
I opened my mouth to tell her how I had aced that biology course of the book she had obviously been avoiding when someone called me. Ferguson, our pitcher and some of the other guys on the team who were part of the Omegas, a frat I’d joined to appease my dad waved me over.
“Your buddies are calling you, goodbye and best wishes,” she mumbled without looking at me again.
“Warmest regards.” I muttered back, biting away a smile. Her head sprung up from the book she’d just reopened as if she was looking at me through new eyes. Through my time watching her I had learned a lot about my sexy little mid fielder. And her love for Schitt’s Creek had been easy.
I winked and turned to head to the guys waiting for me. might make me a dick, but it was an ego boost to get the last word. Even if I had a feeling it would be the one and only time that would probably happen regarding Teresa.
I hung out with the guys for a while even though it had been the last thing I’d wanted to do. But I’d waited, bided my time perfectly to step back into the elevator with Teresa as she headed back.
“Great.” She mumbled under her breath as she stepped into the elevator. I didn’t let her attitude get to me, if anything it fed the beast she’d brought to life.
Yeah, I was about to do something really fucking stupid. I’d known it would be inevitable after she turned me down that second time I’d asked her out about two weeks ago.
I had to be smart about it. I grabbed her bag, ignoring her complaints as I tossed it over my shoulder but didn’t say a word.
“That’s mine! It’s heavy!” she said but I shrugged it off.
“Fine, if you wanna hurt your shoulder, go for it.” she huffed, go for it.
She rubbed at hers, as if the heavy bag had bit into her muscles and my hands itched to touch her.
To sooth those muscles, let them glide with nothing but a massage oil between us.
Yeah, I was well and truly fucked.
It wasn’t just Teresa I had to worry about. I had my future to think about. Our future, that possessive being inside of me that just watching Tersa had come to life whispered. Our future.
We didn’t say a word as the elevator rose to our floor. She stepped out and put her hand out as if I was just going to hand the bag when I knew she had to walk down the long hall. I ignored her and started to walk.
“What are… what are you doing? Where are you going?” She asked, half-power walking to catch up to me.
“It left you a big red welt.” I pointed out without glancing at her irritated skin because if I did, I would do something crazy like toss the overpacked bag over my shoulder and pin her against the wall just so I could lean down and kiss the offended skin better.
“It’s fine.” She sighed and I grunted because it wasn’t fine, but I was running out of patience. Me! the guy who thrived off it! I walked her right to her door and she frowned as she looked at me before she asked what I knew was inevitable. I hadn’t been thinking and had shown one of my cards.
“How did you know I live here?” A brow rose on my face and that was as much of an answer she was going to get. “Stalker.” She said under her breath, and I had to stop the wolfish grin that threatened to spread all over my face.
If only you knew baby girl, if only you knew. I couldn’t tell her she got it right on the nose. That I’d been watching her, following her, learning all I could about her. her likes, dislikes, schedules and routines.
“You’re annoying,” she muttered as I handed her bag back.
“And you’re beautiful.” I countered. “Think about my offer for bio.” I said before turning to walk in the other direction towards my end of the floor. It was a happy coincidence we lived on the same floor.
I didn’t turn because I wanted her too much and the animal side of me was getting close to feral when it came to Teresa.
Back in my place and in the safety of my room, I paced.
Regrouped and planned.
Asking her out, trying to charm her sure as hell wasn’t working.
I knew I had to try something else. Something riskier. High risk, high reward, the beast in be rumbled. And she’s the best prize possible.
If I was caught doing what I was about to do…
I shook my head and tugged at the overgrown strands of my hair.
Shit would most definitely hit the fan if the press caught wind of it.
I might not be a hot catch for the draft like my best friend and roommate, Jason, or our pitcher, Rocky Ferguson, but I would be drafted in the top ten this year.
If you don’t fuck it all up, a little voice whispered in the back of my head.
And fuck me, it was a big if.
But I knew deep down inside, the decision was already made. I’d have Teresa Reynova by any means possible. Even if I had to blackmail and bully her into it.