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“She’s bringing me my cuff links. I forgot them on my dresser,” he says, looking around for her.
“When did you talk to her?”
“In the car.”
“How?”
“You see there is a thing called a phone and you can text people and they can text back. It’s a superamazing invention,” he informs me like the little smartass he is. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? She’s my friend,” he says, making a face at me.
Glaring, I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
“Jeez, Jay, why don’t you just put a sign on her that says MINE? Oh wait, she won’t let you,” he teases, and my glare deepens.
“Do you want me to kick your ass?”
“Not really, maybe afterward,” he says, and then he points to the left. “There she is.”
Looking at where he is pointing, I actually take a step back in utter shock, holding my chest to make sure I’m still breathing. Because the girl who is walking toward me is by far the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my entire life. In a thigh-length, skintight, black lace dress, she walks nervously toward us in some very high black heels that sparkle in the light. Her dress is one-shouldered, with her other arm out for the world to see, and I love the way her shoulders look, so toned and defined. Her hair is down, straight, almost to her ass with some pulled up while her makeup is dramatic and eye-catching.
I said before that I don’t want to give anyone power over me, but Baylor, she has it.
She has it completely.
Sucking in a breath, I shake my head as she hands Jace his cuff links.
“You’re a lifesaver, thanks,” he says, putting them on. He then adds, “You look hot.”
Smiling shyly, she waves him off. “I look fucking stupid. I hate my hair, this dress is too short and too tight, my feet hurt, and I could kill Delanie for sending me all this shit.”
All I can do is grin.
“Yeah. Okay, psycho, learn how to take a compliment,” he says before walking away, shaking his head. I’m sure I heard him mutter that she was crazy, but all I can do is drink her in.
“What, stop,” she says, waving me off. “By the way, you’re stupid hot in a suit.”
Looking away, she runs her hands down her dress. And I can’t help it, I reach out and touch her jaw softly. “Baylor, you are…hell… Baby, you are a beautiful disaster.”
Her eyes soften, her annoyance fades away as a grin pulls at her glossy red lips. “I think I’m the only girl who would totally get that.”
“You’re the only girl I’d say it to,” I say as I take a step closer. “Honestly. I’m having a hard time breathing here.”
With her face turning a sweet pink color, she looks me deep in the eyes and says, “Um, well, thank you. I was sorta kinda hoping you’d like it.”
“I do,” I promise. “A whole bunch.”
As her lips turn up into a grin, she whispers, “I really want to kiss you.”
“Then do it,” I challenge, but she shakes her head.
“Everyone is here, and my dad is around here somewhere,” she says, looking around, but I can’t look anywhere but at her. She is so gorgeous. I love her like this, I do. But then I love her dressed in her equipment, ready to kick ass, and even when she’s in her jeans and a sweat shirt, ready for class. I love her no matter what, but my favorite is the tee and sweat pants. That’s when she is the most comfortable, and usually the time she gets naked for me.
The words are on my lips, ready to go, but then she bites into her lip before looking back at me. “There he is, come on.”
Turning, she walks like she’s been in heels her whole life and not on skates toward where the group is gathering around Coach. When I see the guys looking her over, my chest puffs out, and I wish I had that damn sign. I wish like hell she’d just let the world know. It didn’t bother me before, but as I watch my teammates check her out like she’s a single girl, anger eats at me from within. I dare anyone to touch her, I’ll kill them.
“Hey, Moore,” I hear McCarthy say then, and she looks over at him, her brows raised.
“Yeah?”
