Page 132 of So This Is War
And then there’s Jessica making a move on Levi.
I get it. He has a reputation. Besides some of the newer guys with less playing time, he’s one of the only single guys on the team. Easy target. Makes amazing money, has the accolades, has all the charm and good looks—I should know because I fell for it.
But it irks me.
It irks me that he’d take her number.Nothing can happen between us. Ever.And just look at her. Ugh.
Tall and skinny with gorgeous blond hair. She’s nothing like me. She’s the kind of girl with poise and confidence, someone you take home to your parents who then charms them with hersmooth handshake and adorable, hoity laugh that gathers the attention of all around. She’s the kind of girl who listens in bed, who will do anything to pleasure her man, even if it means giving up her right to an orgasm. She’s polished and probably has a twelve-step skincare routine at night and in the morning. She’s the girl with the put-together apartment made for grown-ups . . . she’s . . . well, she’s who my dad would be proud of.
She’s the kind of woman I could see with Levi. She’d hold her head high while they walked down some red carpet together. She’d smile for the camera when they visited the local children’s hospital. She’d wave to fans while in the stands, watching her man play, and she’d do it with a princess wave. Everyone would fawn over her.
There would be T-shirts made.
Team Jessica.
Go Jessica’s Man.
I’m here for the Jessica content.
“Whatcha doin’?”
I nearly leap out of my seat at Levi’s voice, startling me away from the clouds and back into reality.
“My God,” I say, clutching my chest and looking up at him. “Why didn’t you announce yourself?”
“I did,” he says with a smirk that I know Jessica will fall head over heels for. “That’s why I asked, whatcha doin’?”
“That’s not announcing yourself.”
“It’s not?” he asks as he takes a seat on the armrest of the chair across from me. His large body takes up all the space in the aisle, so it feels like he’s practically sitting on my lap. “Should I have made a trumpet sound and then said, ‘presenting, the hottest d-man in the league, Sir Levi Posey’?”
I tilt my head against the headrest. “Yes, that would have been preferred.”
“Noted for next time.” He nods at me. “What are you doing?”
“Uh, drawing, why? What are you doing? Looking for more bagels? Unfortunately, I’m willing to do a lot for you, but parachuting out of an airplane for bagels is not one of them.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah, just came back to see how you were doing.”
“Fine,” I say, feeling suspicious. I study him for a second. “It seems like you want something.”
He shakes his head. “Can’t a boss just check on his employee?”
“Yes, but you have this look about you like you’re up to something.”
“Stop being so skeptical. I’m up to nothing.” He crosses his legs at his ankles and taps my iPad. “Working on those logos?”
I shake my head. “No, I was getting frustrated, so I was just drawing.”
“What were you drawing?”
I jut my chin out. “Nothing of your concern.”
His brows rise. “Nothing of my concern? Well, now you have me intrigued. What could possibly not be of my concern? What are you hiding in there?” Leaning in close, he asks, “Fantasy pics possibly?”
“What do you mean fantasy pics?” I ask.
“You know, maybe some naked drawings of your go-to girl, Patty. Maybe some of your favorite boss . . .” He wiggles his brow.
