Page 205 of So This Is War
“And it will be the last.” He offers me a fist bump and takes off, leaving me alone in the locker room.
At least one of my friends can admit to my hard work. I knew I always liked Halsey the most.
I glance at my phone and check to see if Wylie’s responded. When there are still no messages, I groan and strip down to my briefs before heading into the shower room with the idea that this will be the quickest shower of my lifetime. Maybe I can stop by the store on the way home and pick up a cake or a cookie or a cookie cake. Either way, I’ll get something that could double as a celebration and a way to fight off the depression.
I switch on the showerhead and suffer through the water warming up so I can be fast. As I work shampoo through my hair, I consider how it could be possible that they’d fly her there but then not offer her a job. That seems insane to me. Unless they did and the terms weren’t right. If that were the case, I might have to write Patty Ford an email and tell her to change her tune.
I rinse out my hair and start soaping my body.
Then again, she wouldn’t want me to do that. I know for a fact if I stepped in and tried to help her, Wylie would be pissed, and rightfully so. She should do this on her own. It doesn’t stop me from having protective instincts, though.
I rinse my body and turn off the water then grab a towel from the shelf across from the shower stalls and dry off. Then I wrap my towel around my waist and turn toward the locker room just to come face to face with another human.
I scream bloody murder.
A pitch so high only dogs can hear as I shrivel backward, hand to heart.
“Levi, oh my God, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
My eyes adjust, and I see that it’s Wylie in a towel.
“Jesus fuck, babe.” I take a few heavy breaths, then pull her into a hug. “Fuck, you startled me.”
“I’m sorry.” She chuckles. “I said your name.”
“Did you?” I say. “Christ, I must have been in my own head.” I lift her chin and place a kiss on her lips . . . her wobbly lips.
Confused, I pull away, and that’s when I see the tears in her eyes.
Oh fuck.
I take her hand and lead her into the empty locker room and sit down on the bench. That’s where I see her clothes next to mine. Wait, she’s in a towel . . . naked. What the hell is going on?
“Wylie, what’s?—”
She undoes my towel, then stands in front of me and drops hers, leaving her completely bare. I immediately go hard because how could I not? She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.
She straddles my lap and grips my shoulders, her pussy rubbing against my cock. “I got the job, Levi. She wants me to work for her.”
“Wait.” I grip her waist. “Holy fuck, are you serious?”
Her eyes well up again, and she nods. “Yes. She loved the idea, and I was able to come up with a few more ideas as well. I start tomorrow.”
“Holy shit, Wylie. Fuck, I’m so happy for you.” I wrap my arms around her and give her a hug. When I pull away, she grips my cheeks and starts kissing me . . . passionately.
Her tongue is immediately in my mouth, and her hips start rocking over me.
“Whoa, slow down, hold on,” I say, pulling away. “Babe, we shouldn’t do this here.”
“No one’s in the arena,” she says. “The parking lot was empty when Sandie dropped me off. It was just your car.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods. “Let me fulfill this fantasy for you, Levi. I know you want it. And I want to celebrate.”
Well . . . when she puts it like that . . .
I grip her face and bring her mouth to mine again before lowering my palms down her body to her breasts, where I massage them in my palm, squeezing and playing with them as she rocks over my erection.
