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He really was the smartest player out there right now. I’d devoured hours of watching him play. Then I tried to emulate what he did but in my own way.
And now the damn white curtain was pulled back and I saw the big, fat jerk for who he really was. A whiny, grouchy, baby-man.
Disappointing indeed.
It made my heart hurt, my stomach ached, and my head pound with regret. It was my own fault for getting my hopes up. How could I have thought that Beau would want to be friends with me? Gosh, I was such an idiot sometimes.
I laid there with my eyes closed, listening to the kerfuffle of papers and voices and disagreements. Until finally someone found where it did, indeed say we were not allowed to trade rooms. And it only took them fifteen minutes from when I’d mentioned it.
Good grief.
A while later, I heard the movement of furniture beside me. Opening one eye, I spied Beau moving the heavy lounge to my left, closer to me. “Oh, it’s you,” I said, then closed my eyes again.
He chuckled and then I think sat down. I kept my eyes shut, hoping he’d get bored and go away. No matter how sad I was that things between us were strained—to say the least—I still got all jittery and nervous around him.
Old crushes died hard, apparently.
“I think we should try to get along,” he said, in a near whisper. “It’s not good for us to be fighting every time we’re within ten feet of each other.”
I peeked out of one eye at him to make sure it was really Beau. “So you brought me cold chicken to make up for your crappy attitude?” I asked, rolling to my side.
“That’s what I mean. You’re always on the defensive. We need to figure out a way to be civil,” he grumbled in a rough voice, handing me a paper plate with a single chicken breast on it.
He was wearing board shorts and I tried my best not to notice how hot he looked. His legs were sculpted, lean, muscular perfection. And his damn chest was bare. Again.
“Okay,” I said, accepting his humble pie.
Beau was quiet as I removed things that should never be on a chicken breast, off of it. “Are you going to eat it or just pick at it all night?” he asked, scowling down at me as I picked the cheese and chunks of tomato off the chicken.
“Pick at it,” I responded with a yawn.
“There were fruit and veggies, too,” he said, offering me a much fresher, grease-free plate of fresh food.
I sat up and took it from him. “Thanks,” I said, then dove into it.
“You vegetarian?” he asked before taking a bite of his chicken.
I shook my head. “Not exactly. I eat it sometimes but mostly I try to eat plant-based foods.”
“Why?” he asked, wiping his mouth. His mouth that had the most perfect dip in his top lip that I’d ever seen. I knew this because I’d spent hours studying his face. Seeing it up close was considerably better than in magazines and the posters I had on my wall. “To save the animals?”
“That’s a good reason,” I responded, taking a bite of a baby carrot. “But there’s a lot of literature regarding plant-based foods and a reduction of overall inflammation in your body. Too much inflammation makes you susceptible to injury.”
He nodded, setting down his chicken, a serious look on his face as his chewing slowed. That made me giggle. “Half a piece of chicken isn’t going to make a bit of difference, Beau.”
His beautiful, crystal blue eyes shot to me as he handed me that sexy, signature smile of his. “You called me, Beau.”
“Isn’t that your name?” I asked, knowing full well what this man’s full name was. Beauregard Marcel Moreau. I could spell it forward and backward and with my eyes closed.
“Let’s see, so far you’ve called me Moreau and Neanderthal,” he said, and I raised my eyebrows while he smirked down at me.
“Maybe a few more that you didn’t hear,” I mumbled over my broccoli.
He laughed and picked a piece of watermelon off my plate. “Fair enough,” he said, biting into the watermelon, which was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. His lips dripped with juice until his tongue licked around them.
My brain knew he wasn’t trying to look like he belonged in a triple X-rated movie, but my panties weren’t getting the message. Bite after delicious, juicy, bite captivated my attention.
I’d never been jealous of fruit before.
