Page 171 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation
“It’s one game,” Lay said.
“Just one game.”
“But everyone is feeling it.”
“That’s how life goes, Lay. You can turn things on and off in a magical way. The rest of us? The normal ones? We can’t do that.”
“Cheers,” Lay said.
I downed the rest of my drink and then patted Lay on the shoulder.
I walked to the elevators and went to my room.
I crashed down onto the bed and turned on the television.
Just to see highlights of the ass beating we took on the ice.
I turned the television right back off.
Before another thought could hit me, someone knocked at the door.
I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth.
There were two options.
First.Abel.
Wanting to take and give his speech of how it was only one game and we were a good team and blah…blah…
Second.Lay.
Wanting me to join him at a strip club or down at the bar or at a different bar. Wanting to find some attention to keep the night going.
The knocking wouldn’t stop.
That kind of annoyance told me it was Lay.
I climbed off the bed and walked to the door.
“I am not in the mood,” I called out.
I opened the door.
“Well, you should be.”
“Fiona,” I said.
She put her hands on her hips and smiled. “Am I your wish, Griffin?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I kind of missed you,” she said.
Then she looked down.
Between my legs.
I smiled.
