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“No, just a little, but enough to make him lose his mind.”
An unladylike snort came from Riley. “You’re so fucking petty.”
I let out a mock gasp, but the urge to defend myself was strong. “He started it.”
“Aha! Okay, he just stopped in the middle of the game.”
“Yeah?”
Riley looked into her binoculars, her shoulders shaking with mirth. “Oh, he looks confused. The coach is walking over to him. Lila!” she whispered-yelled before bursting into laughter. “He’s scratching at his inner thighs now. Oh my God, he looks like a monkey. The boys are hollering. Oh, oh, shit. He’s walking back this way. Ohhh, he looks pissed!”
Good.
“How pissed?” I demanded, feeling mighty proud of myself. Maddox was made of rock. He was untouchable, and if little ole me, Lila Garcia, could get him this pissed off – then I won.
“He’s reaaally mad. He’s still scratching himself. You should see the look on his face!”
Riley handed me the binoculars, and I looked through them. True to her words, Maddox was marching across the field like a mad bull. His face was filled with rage, his nostrils flaring like a wild beast. He was seething, and I could bet, he figured out what happened. Maybe not who was behind the prank, but at least what was done to him. It should have scared me, the brutal look on his face, but I couldn’t help but chortle with laughter at the way he couldn’t stop scratching at his muscled thighs and crotch.
As if he could sense me, his stormy eyes connected with mine through the binoculars, although I was sure there was no way he could see me. Riley and I were perfectly hidden.
But just in case, I lowered myself to the ground. “Hey, are you sure… it’s safe? I mean, I wanted to prank him but what we did isn’t too extreme, right?”
Riley waved away my concerns. “Nah. He’ll be fine. The itching powder doesn’t leave any lasting side effects. It’s harmless. I kinda feel bad for his dick though.”
My jaw clenched as I remembered the cafeteria scene where he had cornered me. “He deserves it after the comment he made in the cafeteria. He propositioned me for sex, like I’m some kind of paid who–”
Riley slapped a hand over my mouth before I could finish my sentence. “Shh, he’s coming in.”
We both ducked around the corner, the same time Maddox stormed into the building and right into the locker room.
“I feel like a spy,” Riley announced in my ear, giggling softly.
Basically, we were spying on him.
Riley and I snuck closer to the locker room. The door was partially opened, and we peeked inside. It was empty, since everyone else was on the field – except Maddox. From where we stood, we could hear the shower running.
“He must be itching really bad right now.”
I shushed Riley when she couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer.
“Can you see him?”
I stood on my tip-toes, trying to get a look inside. “Nope.”
A few minutes later, the shower turned off and then I did see him.
“Oh,” Riley whispered behind me.
Yeah, oh.
Maddox was bare chested, with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. His body was still wet and glistening as if he didn’t care to dry himself the moment he stepped out of the shower. He roughly rubbed another towel through his long curly hair, before running it over the rest of his body.
I hated him; I truly did, but there was no denying it. Something about his physique was making my lady brain go mushy and all my lady parts tingle. I inhaled deeply as I took in the sight in front of me.
Maddox furiously wiped the ringlets of water from his muscled chest until his skin was glowing pink. I tried to look away – it was the decent thing to do, but I failed miserably. My curious eyes found his torso, and I bit my lip, mentally slapping myself but I. Could. Not. Help. It.
It was like studying an expertly, carved statue in a museum. Beautifully chiseled chest, strong arms and well-defined masculine thighs. Auguste Rodin would have begged to sculpt a man like Maddox Coulter since he was damn near close to rugged perfection.
“Even his nipples are sexy,” Riley whispered.
My heart slammed in my chest, and I bumped back into her. I had completely forgotten she was there with me, and she was also getting an eyeful of Maddox.
I watched as he slammed his locker open and rummaged through it. The effects of the itching powder were still not gone since he was still scratching at his crotch.
I could tell the moment he read the note I left him. His back went rigid, and the muscles of his shoulders clenched tensely. Maddox turned sideways, giving me the perfect view of him as he scrunched my little note in his fist.
