Chapter 20 #2
I have no clue what he’s putting together, though.
I haven’t had a chance to get groceries.
I wasn’t playing when I told Hazel I was coming home to clean like crazy.
My refrigerator is almost never stocked.
The food would go bad before I have a chance to eat it, and it’s just easier to grab take out when I’m home.
“Are you awake?” From the sound of his voice, he’s standing at the doorway.
“If I said no, would it make a difference?” I slide the blanket down from my face and glance over at him.
Holy shit. Bentley with his shirt off, in nothing but his boxers and his hair messy from sleep, is a glorious thing to wake up to.
Let’s not forget the two plates he’s holding.
I wouldn’t mind waking up to this more often.
“Not really,” he shrugs and steps toward the bed. He sets the plate down at the foot of the bed before gently climbing in beside me. “I was going to make you breakfast, but your fridge is stocked about as well as mine. It’s a good thing you had frozen breakfast burritos.”
“Frozen food is about the only thing I keep on hand.” I attempt to shrug but get tangled in the blanket. “I can’t even cook very well.”
“I guess we’ll starve then,” he grins. “I can’t cook either. But I have a secret weapon.”
It’s good to know I’m not the only one who struggles with cooking, but I need to know what this secret weapon is. “And, what’s that?”
“My mom lives less than twenty minutes from me. All I have to do is show up at her house for dinner.”
“That’s wrong on so many levels. How are you going to make your mom cook for you?”
“I don’t make her do anything. She’s stubborn as hell, but I’m not going to turn down the offer to go over there for good food.” He grabs the plates before pulling me close to him. “Now, eat. I have a surprise for you.”
“Unless it’s a repeat of last night…I don’t want it.” I snuggle into his side and bask in the feel of being next to him. Of being with a man that doesn’t try to tell me what to do, or how to act. Of a man that has done all he can to prove that I’m the only one he has eyes for.
“That can be arranged.” He mutters into my hair and pokes me playfully in the side. “But no, that’s not it.”
“It’s not nice to poke people,” I grumble. “Why can’t you just tell me now?”
“Because I’m hungry, and if you want a repeat, you’re going to need your strength.”
“Fine.” I may be pouting but so what. I don’t understand what’s so secretive that he can’t spill the beans while we eat.
I grab the plate off his lap and take a bite of the burrito.
It’s already lost some of its heat and the eggs are rubbery, but if he wants me to eat, then I will.
After swallowing, I put the burrito down. “There, I ate. Now, tell me.”
“Fine. Since you’re so impatient.” That last part is barely audible, but I still make it out. “I got you, and Hazel, front row tickets to the game tonight. You said you’ve never been to a game, and I want you there.”
Holy crap. That had to have been insanely expensive. I’m sure he has perks when they are playing in their home stadium, but I’m not sure how that works when they travel. “Bentley, that’s too much.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” he taps me on the nose. “All that matters to me is that you get to experience the game up close and personal. Just be on the lookout because there are times the ball, or players, will end up in that area.”
“Soooo, you’re putting me in harm's way.” I side-eye him. Unsure if that’s the best decision. Maybe we would be better higher up.
“It doesn’t happen often. I only wanted to give you a heads up to not freak out. Most of the players try their best to avoid it at all costs.”
“That’s good to know,” I mutter. “What does one wear to a basketball game?”
“Clothes, usually.” He narrowly dodges my elbow to his ribs. “Just jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy. Well, except I also have a jersey for you.”
My heart flutters in my chest. It might not mean anything, but in my mind it’s him showing the world that he’s with me.
I know that’s ridiculous because other people will undoubtedly be wearing one with his name on it, but it doesn’t stop me from hoping that’s the case.
It’s safe to say that I’ve one hundred percent fallen off the deep end with him. “Where is it?”
“It’s at the hotel,” he chuckles. “Hazel will pick you up and then meet Jordan’s wife there before heading to the game.”
“Do I get a say in any of this?”
“Not really.” He picks up the plates of nearly untouched frozen burritos and puts them on the nightstand. “I already cleared it with Hazel. I didn’t want you to go alone and feel out of your element.”
He may be a badass on the court and in bed, but he really does have a sweet side. Not many men would think about that stuff. Yep, I’m totally a goner. “Since the plan was already made without my input, I know a way you can make it up to me…”
I let the sentence trail off, hoping he gets the hint. An eyebrow raise is the only response. Fine, it looks like I’ll have to take matters into my own hands. I push the blanket off and straddle him...I can seduce him just as much as he does me.