Before I could even get a word in, I watched as Dex the Great pulled out his phone. “It’s not broken.”
“Oh thank goodness,” Meagan purred as I stared at her with a dumbfounded look on my face.
“What’s your cell number, Meagan? I’ll be sure to arrange for some tickets for you and—”
Dex glanced over to me and looked me over as he smiled that smile dudes do when they think they’ve just won the girl. “Your friend Grayson here.”
“Seriously? I can’t wait to tell my father!” Meagan spit her cell phone number out as the asshole sent her a text.
“You’ve got mine now.”
Meagan stood there staring at this guy until I cleared my throat and said, “Um, we probably should be heading out before my ass goes permanently numb.”
Meagan gave me a once over and nodded. “Right.” Turning back to the dickhead pro baseball player, Meagan reached her hand out again. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Dex.”
Dex flashed Meagan a fuck me fast and hard smile. “The pleasure was all mine.” With a quick look my way, he nodded. “Nice meeting you, Grayson.”
And just like that, the bastard skated off.
“Wow. I can’t believe I have Dex Brewer’s cell phone number! Wait until I tell Taylor!”
I rolled my eyes and made my way to the wall. I needed to get the hell out of there, and fast.
After making my way off the ice, I headed down the stairs and to the benches where I promptly took the skates off and replaced them with my comfortable sneakers. Never once uttering a word to Meagan.
I returned the skates and headed to the parking lot. Meagan grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Never mind the fact she was totally clueless that Dex Brewer, her hero, wanted to fuck her and she gladly handed him her phone number, but she was also clueless how jealous I was of that whole little exchange. Stopping, I turned and looked at her. “You really don’t get it?”
“Get what?”
“That guy wants in your pants, Meagan. You just gave your phone number to a complete stranger and practically told him you’d fuck him.”
Her mouth dropped open as her hands went to her hips. “Excuse me? He’s Dex Brewer! And he said he wanted to give us tickets.”
My head dropped back as I laughed. “Oh yeah, he wants to give us tickets. No sweetheart, he wants to give you a ticket, and in turn he wants your mouth around his cock.”
I didn’t expect her hand to slap me, but the moment it hit my face the sting caught me off guard as I took a few steps back. For a brief second I was too stunned to notice the hurt in her eyes.
“You can take me home now, Grayson. I don’t much feel like hanging out with someone who is going to call me a whore.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “What the hell, Meg? I didn’t call you that. Look at it from my point of view. What would you have said if I had handed over my number to some hot tennis star? Sure, I just met you two seconds ago pretty little thing, but let me give you my number so you can send me tickets to Wimbledon, oh and one for my little friend here too.”
Meagan looked away. “Meg, I care about you and yes, I was extremely jealous watching you drool all over that asshole, but baby, you handed him your number like you’d known him for years.”
Peeking at me through her eyelashes, Meagan forced her smile back. “You were jealous?”
I draped my arm over her shoulders and guided her to my truck. “Hell yeah. We may be best friends, but I’m still a guy and I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”
Lightly tapping my stomach, Meagan chuckled. “Stop it. I promise if he happens to call or text I’ll let you know right away.”
“Hell yeah you will, I want tickets to a Rockies game, bitch.”
Meagan
I HAD TO admit, I kind of liked knowing Grayson was jealous of Dex. I may have gotten a little star struck when I noticed who I had plowed into. Baseball was a huge part of my life though and the moment Dex Brewer mentioned tickets, all reason went out the door. My father would have been just as pissed off as Grayson was by me handing over my phone number. His comment about the blowjob instantly brought back memories from college I had tried so hard to bury. My knee-jerk response to slap him caught me off guard as much as it did Grayson.
“So, that was fun,” I said with a giggle as I watched Grayson trying to find a comfortable way to sit.
“Fun? No, that was far from fun. What was I thinking with the whole ice skating thing?”
Pressing my lips together to keep from laughing, I looked out the passenger window. “So where to now?”
“It’s a surprise.”