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I spin around to face him, only to find him smirking at me. “Callan didn’t tell you, did he?”
I blink at him and fold my arms as I slowly take in Greyson for the first time. He’s wearing a Celtics T-shirt, gym shorts, and sneakers. “Tell me what?”
“That we’re hanging out in the sports arena I have as part of my building.”
The first thing that hits my head with that? The man has a sports arena as part of his building. Now, I grew up with billionaires. Like, mega billionaires. So that sort of thing shouldn’t shock me. The Fritz compound has one, and it’s professional to say the least. But I think I expected this more from Asher instead of Greyson.
Asher is the professional athlete after all.
The second thing that hits me is I’m pissed. Well, maybe not pissed. But annoyed? Yes, let’s go with that because I’m wearing adorable sandals, a pretty lavender tank top, and white eyelet shorts. I came home after simulator lab, showered, and gussied myself up for this. Because he said we were having dinner at his friend’s place, and I wanted to look nice since we’re officially official.
This was after dealing with Murphy, who once again all but accused me of cheating on the latest case study we turned in on Friday because I was one of only a few who got it right and she got it very wrong. Our friendship has slipped to nonexistent, with the exception of glares and snarky comments from her.
“Oh.”
He snickers. “It’ll be fine. We’re just hanging out and having some pizza and drinks while we shoot hoops and stuff.”
“Oh,” I repeat, folding my arms over my chest. “He’s a dead man. Both on the court and off.”
Grey laughs, kind of loud. “You gonna play barefoot, or should I see if Fallon has sneakers that will fit you?”
“Unless your woman wears a size nine and a half, I’m going barefoot.”
“I couldn’t tell you what size she wears, but I don’t think her feet are as big as yours.”
“Lucky woman. But lucky for me, I’m lights out on the court.”
His head quirks. “Are you really?”
I smile at him. “Little known fact? I played D1 basketball at Dartmouth. I mean, I wasn’t a starter until senior year, but I was a pretty decent point guard. Amelia told me I wasn’t getting into an Ivy League school on grades alone and that I needed a sport to balance me out, and since I’m tall, she pushed me to basketball.” I shrug.
Grey bursts out laughing. “This is our secret. It stays between us, and I’ll be the sucker who has to take you out of pity. Got it?”
“All the way.”
“Good. Because Ash is all, ‘I’m the god of sports,’” he mocks. “And fuck him.”
“Totally with you.”
Grey gives me a fist-pound and then turns and starts leading me across the first floor to a large metal door in the center of the wall. He punches in a code and then opens it, and holy shit, this is incredible.
I think I just orgasmed.
“You know you said that out loud, right?”
I sigh. “It seems to be a growing problem. I’m on it.” Sorta. “But for real, this is seriously cool. What do you do with all of this?” There is a full-size basketball court, a pool I can just barely see in a separate room, and an enormous, fully equipped gym across the way, also in a separate room. And that’s just what I can see from here.
“I built it originally so the neighborhood kids could have a place to go after school. Some local youth groups run programs out of it.”
I stare at him, flummoxed. “How did I not know this, and does the Abbot Foundation know?”
He shakes his head. “I fund it and I’d never take dollars from the Abbot Foundation since there are plenty of other charities out there who need their money. This is just my secret thing.”
I slap his shoulder, beyond impressed by this man. “Not just a pretty face and a killer voice, huh?”
He laughs, throwing me a wink. “I try,” he says to me before turning to the room. “Hey everyone!” he calls out. “Look who just crawled through my front door.”
“Layla!” Katy comes racing over and launches herself into my arms. She’s all fire and no smoke. I love it about her. Brave and so herself.
