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“What’s that?” He plays with the ends of his hair, his bicep flexing with every twist and pull of the short strands.
“Should I expect you to bring a woman back to your place? Just want to know since you like to get that adrenaline out.”
Please say no. Please say no.
“Why?” he asks and grins even wider. “Jealous, Wylie?”
“What? No,” I say quickly. “Just, you know, wanting to see if I need to account for, uh, more bagels or something like that.”
“It’s rare if I bring someone back to my place.”
“That’s surprising, given the toys and bed you have.”
He wets his lips, and his eyes become hazy as he says, “Didn’t say Ineverbring women back, it’s just rare. And the women I do bring back have signed an NDA, everything we do is consensual, and we have the same sort of pleasure in mind.”
Dear God.
I squeeze my legs together from what he could possibly mean by that.
Hell, I know what he means.
I’ve seen the ties.
I’ve seen the toys.
I’ve seen the hooks and the blindfolds.
“How, uh, how do you know she’s someone who has that same mindset?”
“Usually meet her at the club,” he says casually.
“The club?” I ask, confused.
He slowly nods. “The sex club, Wylie.”
“Right, oh yeah, sure, of course. Yup, that makes sense.” Sweat forms on my upper lip. “Well, I’m sure you have a lot of fun with those women. They’re adventurous.”
“They are.” From the way his lips tilt up, I know he can sense how uncomfortable I am.
“Anyway, I’ll let you get to your release. Enjoy.”
He winks.
Freaking winks.
“I will. Night, Wylie.”
“Good night.” I gulp.
Chapter Eleven
LEVI
“Wow, look who it is,” Silas says as I show up for breakfast in the team conference room. A buffet of protein, carbs, snacks and drinks the team nutritionist has approved is lined up for us to eat. “I’m surprised you’re gracing us with your presence.”
I pick up a plate and ignore him.
Last night, they all wanted to grab a quick drink at the bar, but I skipped out and opted to call Wylie instead. They were not pleased. Claimed they haven’t hung out with me in a while. Well, whose fucking fault is that? Theirs. I’ve been available, but they’re the ones who always sprint up to their rooms after games—I think we all know why—so I gave them a taste of their own medicine, and it looks like it’s bitter.
