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“You could always help me out if you wanted.”
“Dream on, buddy,” she scoffed. Peyton adjusted the same pile of papers again for a third time.
“I’ll be fine.” He was currently in a dry spell, anyway. What were a couple more weeks?
“You sure?” Peyton raised her head. “According to Andy, professional athletes have a higher sex drive.”
“Than what?” Ryan asked.
“I don’t know, than the average guy, apparently.”
Ryan threw back his head and laughed. “Please tell me you didn’t buy that bullshit.”
Peyton shrugged. “I don’t know. You guys sure seem to have a lot of sex.”
“We’re guys. We like sex period.” He watched her as her cheeks turned pink. Interesting. “It’s just sometimes easier for athletes to get people to have sex with us than it is for the average guy.”
“Oh, okay.”
Enjoying the way, she seemed slightly uncomfortable with the way the conversation was heading, he couldn’t help but add. “Besides, I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself if need be.”
“Take care of yourself?” Peyton’s forehead wrinkled as she looked at him. He smirked and she gasped. “Oh, got ya.” She laughed nervously. “Good to know. Me too.” She clicked her tongue and made a finger gun as she winked.
Fuck, she was cute. He laughed at the awkward exchange, then suddenly it registered what she’d said. “Hang on a second.” He sat upright in his chair. “Did you just say you masturbate?”
Peyton looked at him blankly. “Doesn’t everybody?”
“Jesus,” he muttered. Now that was something he’d like to see. “And on that note, I’m outta here.” If he didn’t leave now, he’d be crossing all sorts of lines by asking her to show him what that looked like, and fuck knows that would be a bad idea.
Standing up, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, swiped the lock screen, and handed it to her.
“What?”
“Put your number in it so I can text you the details.” He rolled his eyes.
“Oh, right.” Peyton took his phone, punched in some details, and handed it back. He laughed when he looked at the screen.
“Best girlfriend ever, huh?”
“Well, you know if I’m going to be your fake girlfriend, I may as well be the best, right?”
“No point in doing things half-assed.” He quickly fired her a text and hit send. “Now you have mine.”
Her phone buzzed on her desk, and she looked down and sputtered out a cough slash snort sound unlike anything he’d ever heard. “Daddy? Really?”
“Well, you know.” Ryan waggled his eyebrows. “Fantasy fake boyfriend.”
“Daddy would not be the fantasy?”
“No? You ever had a daddy before?”
Peyton wrinkled her nose. “Ew, no.”
“Then how do you know you wouldn’t like one?”
“Some things you just know,” she told him.
Ryan walked toward the door and without turning around he said, “we’ll see.”
