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I’m wearing my typical practice attire, a two piece workout set consisting of a long sleeved crop top and biker shorts.
Years of sports and weightlifting have toned and defined my ass, but I’m not afraid to admit one of the reasons I bought the set is it added an extra lift.
And it’s navy blue. I love navy blue.
I can only imagine what that moment looked like from his POV.
“Show’s over.” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest to erect some type of physical barrier between us.
His eyes come down to trace the movement and look at my breasts, a slow smile stretching over his face as he does so.
Why does it feel like I capitulated just by folding my arms?
I want to wipe that smile right off his face.
“That’s too bad. I preferred the other view.” He purrs, his gaze tracking over my face, taking in every expression, every twitch. “Less mouthy.”
“Why am I not surprised being mouthy is a turn off for you?”
He barks out a laugh. “It’s not. Only when it gets in the way of me looking at your exceptional ass.”
“Maybe you just can’t keep up with my mouth.” I say, taunting him.
I regret the words as soon as they come out. They sounded a lot more suggestive than I intended them to, and of course Rhys jumps on the opening.
He lifts an eyebrow slightly as he takes a step forward and bends his head towards me. “Something tells me that letting you know I want to fuck your mouth just as much as I want to fuck your ass isn’t the answer you’re looking for.”
I scoff and roll my eyes, taking a step back and hoping I’m doing a good job of covering my body’s reaction to his words as goosebumps break out across my skin.
“Your efforts are wasted on me. Go flirt with a member of your fan club.” I tell him, ignoring the tiny clench in my stomach and instead tilting my chin towards the bleachers where a gaggle of girls have taken up residence.
They squeal when he turns around to look at them. He gives them a small wave and a couple of them look like they might expire on the spot from that gesture alone.
“There’s certainly a long waitlist.” I add drolly, although it comes out more snippy than anything.
The smile is back, devastating as ever. “Just say the word, love.” He says, nudging my chin with his finger, “Break up with that wanker you’re pining after back home and you’ll jump to the top of the waitlist.”
He’s talking about Carter, my long distance boyfriend who I went to high school with in Chicago before transferring to RCA for senior year.
“As appealing as that offer sounds,” I reply, sarcasm dripping from every word, “It’s looking like that’ll happen… never.”
“Because of the boyfriend?”
“Because of the boyfriend and frankly because I’m simply not interested.”
He takes another step towards me so that his chest bumps against my crossed arms. Reaching a hand up, he pushes a loose strand of hair off my cheek and puts it behind my ear.
His eyes follow the movement and then move to my neck to track the pace of my heart beat beneath my skin as he speaks inches from my face.
“You’re lying to yourself.” He says, his voice full of derision.
I tilt my chin higher, if even possible, and tighten my crossed arms. “You’re projecting.”
“And you’re evading.”
“I’m not–”
“Rhys!”
