Page 186 of Play Dirty

“Not like what?” I asked. “You wanted me to wear the jersey.”

“Oh you’re wearing the jersey,” Ares said, moving forward.

He stepped closer. They all did.

“But that’s all you’re wearing.”

My pulse jumped. Hard.

I looked between them.

“You’re kidding.”

No one answered.

That was my answer.

A slow smile spread across my face.

“… they’re all out?” I asked, looking around.

“Movie,” Sebastian said. He nodded toward Grayson. “Captain’s orders.”

“Long one,” Ares added.

Grayson didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. I looked down at the jersey in my hands, then back up at them.

I didn’t answer. I just smiled.

“Turn around,” I said.

Ares laughed. Sebastian cracked his knuckles, like he was enjoying the show already.

Grayson just watched.

All of it.

“Fine,” I giggled. “You sure nobody else is here?”

“Just him,” Sebastian nodded downward, to where Sir-Cleans-a-Lot rested innocently on his cradle.

“That’s okay,” I smiled. “He can watch.”

“He can?’

“Oh yeah,” I teased. “He cleans the house. He doesn’t complain. And I know he can keep his mouth shut.” I chuckled again. “He can watch.”

“Nice.”

I stripped down quickly, heat already rising under my skin. Then I pulled the jersey over my head.

It fell lightly against my thighs. Barely.

I spread my arms outward.

“Ta-da.”

Silence fell over the room. It was charged with electricity.