Chapter 14 Jaxon
I watched Grayce go, her ponytail swinging behind her as she vanished around the corner and out of sight. I lingered, listening to her press the elevator button and the ding of the doors opening and closing. It wasn’t until I’d gone back inside and closed the door behind me that I found I was smiling like some kind of idiot. Not only that, but the throbbing hard-on growing against the inseam of my pants was becoming super uncomfortable, and that’s one of the reasons I didn’t fight harder to keep Grayce there.
The more I got to know her, the more I realized how much I liked her. I mean, really liked her. She was unique, a breath of fresh air from the women I knew so well, the girls in my bed. Most of them had been nothing more than flaky, annoying women who closely resembled Barbie dolls. Something about Grayce intrigued me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t just that she was witty and intelligent and even a little bit funny, or the fact that when she was nervous or intimidated, she rambled like a senseless crazy person. It was so much more, and maybe nothing at all.
I hopped into the shower, trying to focus more on my football strategy and less on girls. As I was getting out, refreshed and ready to go, my phone rang. It was Tyler.
“Coach wants us to practice before tomorrow,” he said. “Where are you at?”
“Home,” I said, rubbing a towel over my head. “I had to give Grayce another interview.” Okay, so nothing had been given, but Tyler didn’t need to know that.
“Grayce?” he said. “Like, that dorky little newspaper reporter?”
“The one and only,” I said.
“Does she ever go away?” Tyler asked
“She’s not so bad,” I said, but I’d lost Tyler’s interest.
“Meet us at the arena in twenty minutes. We need to get cracking on that game plan.”
“You know that’s not necessary,” I said. “Of course we’ll kick ass. You’ve got me.”
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