Page 135 of So This Is War
He stands and sticks his hands in his pockets. He looks down at me and says, “I’m staring at it.” With that, he heads back toward the middle of the plane, leaving me in utter disarray.
Because who says that and walks away?
Levi Posey, that’s who.
“So,couldn’t splurge for the extra room again?” I ask as I stare at the cot in his hotel room.
“Told you I need you close in case I need anything.”
When we arrived in Chicago, we went straight to the arena. Dad wanted to carve some time out for them to warm up their legs, get some motion into them, and visit with the trainers for any treatment needed. Levi was there longer than I expected, which gave me time to catch up on his social media. Once I began posting, I realized just how much work it is to keep up with all the comments and responses. I don’t comment on them, but I like to see what people are saying so I can continue giving them the Levi content they want.
He also had me run a few errands, like grabbing him some bologna for the game tomorrow and for a snack today.
I watched him stuff a sandwich in his mouth with three bites. It was equally impressive and disgusting.
He sets his suitcase to the side and takes a look at his watch. “Fuck, I’m hungry. Want to grab something to eat?”
“Uh, I mean, yes, but do you want to eat with your assistant? Not with your guys?”
“They’re all doing other things.” He takes a step forward and tugs on my hand. “You’re not going to make me eat alone, are you?”
My mouth goes dry.
“When you say it like that, it looks like we’re going to dinner.”
“Good decision.” Once again, he pushes some hair behind my ear. “Let’s go.”
I swallow down the nerves scattering through me and grab my wallet and phone from my bag, and together, we head down the elevator to the hotel restaurant.
While we wait for a table, he says, “Feels full circle, doesn’t it?”
I look up at him. “Are you referring to the first night we met?”
“Yup.” He reaches up and twists a strand of my hair around his finger. “Although, I doubt you’ll be palming my dick tonight.”
I nearly choke on my own saliva as the hostess comes back. With two menus in hand, she directs us toward a two-person table right next to a fireplace.
Very romantic.
Very intimate.
Verynotwhat I was hoping for.
I’m trying to keep this professional.
I’m trying to make sure I keep my hands to myself.
But it’s as if something has switched in his head.
The touches.
The comments.
The dripping-wet body in a barely-there towel.
It’s almost as if the roles have reversed, and he’s taunting me.
Levi pulls my chair out before he takes his seat. We’re facing each other with the fire on the right, brimming with flames and casting a glow on us as the hostess sets down our menus.
