TJ: With tongue.
I suck in a sharp breath, pressing my knees together, thinking about that mouth and that tongue.
Me: I guess I could take one for the team.
TJ: It’ll be waiting for you at Will Call with your pass for the lounge.Have Ophelia pick you up or take an Uber.I’ll bring you home.
He’s just being nice.Maybe he’s looking for an excuse not to see his parents after the game, if they even show up.We haven’t talked much about them this week.
I spend the rest of the morning catching up on work.Then I shower and get ready for the game.No glasses today.I even use the curling iron on my hair.I don’t think twice about mascara and lip gloss.
While it’s been a seasonably nice day for the end of September, the evening promises to be cooler.I still don’t have any Boston Buzzards merch, so I plan to buy a hoodie once I get to the stadium.It’ll cost more, but that’s the price I have to pay for not thinking about this earlier.Speaking of cost, Tyler never said how much the ticket was.
Me: How much do I owe you for the ticket?I’ll Venmo you.
Then it occurs to me.Shit.
Me: I never paid you for Vegas either.I’ll send you the money for both.
TJ: Shut up.
Me: No, really.How much do I owe?
TJ: I get them for free.It’s a perk for the WAGs.
Me: But—
His text interrupts my objection.
TJ: No buts.It’s one of the perks of my job, and if you want to pretend you’re my girlfriend to come to the games, I’m ok with that.
TJ: There is one but …
I wait for his condition.
TJ: Tongue and maybe I get to feel you up a little.You have a nice rack.
I blush at his forward text.I look down at my chest to make sure we’re talking about the same thing.
Me: That’s not the kind of text you send to a friend.
Me: And thank you.I always thought they were on the small side.
TJ: All of you is on the small side, so they are perfect for you.And for tonight, you’re my girlfriend, remember?
I will not get all swoony over this.I should be offended.I should be filled with righteous indignation.I should not be thinking about kissing him again.
Or letting him get to second base.
I know, wrong sport.
Me: Perv.
Me: If I have to take one for the team, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
TJ: Your dedication to the Buzzards organization is appreciated.Not all heroes wear capes.
When Ophelia’s text comes in that she’s here, I’m still smiling.I smile as I walk out my door, down the hall, and descend the steps out of my apartment building.The smile falters when I realize that it’s not just Ophelia in the car.The driver is … holy shit, it’s Hannah LaRosa.She’s super ClikClak famous.I love her dog park series.
