Page 23 of The Game
It makes me feel exposed that he called my bullshit.
I’ve never used his name to his face, and damn him for seeing through me.
The nickname ‘captain’ is a way to create distance, and he knows it.
Now he’s just gone ahead and given me my own nickname. Not sure ‘angel’ is really what I would have picked for myself. I’ve slapped him across his face, not very angel-like of me.
Part of me wants to prove his theory wrong and say his name, but I feel like that would give him the upper hand, and we can’t have that.
“If we’re all done here, you can let me out of your small little cage, and I’ll be on my way.”
Just as I think he’ll remove his arms, he leans down to my ear, and I hold my breath at how close he is. Being caged in like this shouldn’t light me up this bad, but it does.
He always feels overwhelming.
Having him in my personal space is electrifying.
His warmth radiates from his body to mine. I feel my pulse hammering and my skin tingling. He’s so close I feel his breath on my ear as he speaks with a low voice in my ear.
“Nothing about me is little.”
Then he steps back, drops his arms, and begins walking toward the bar.
I remain standing in the hallway, feeling like he just won the first round after all, with my thoughts filled with images of Alexander and everything that’s not little about him.
Chapter 5
Alexander
When I find my way to the table with my teammates, I feel lighter and tense at the same time.
Lighter because my interaction with Sarah leaves me with a satisfied grin on my face.
Tense because her presence makes my muscles tight and my cock hard just by looking at her. Including the fact that I invaded her personal space, making me smell her intoxicating perfume and hear her small breaths when I was near.
Even though she’s resisting the pull between us, it’s definitely there. And she loves the fight just as much as I do.
When I called her out on her bullshit, her eyes widened for a split second before she regained control of her expression.
That was enough for me to know I was right.
Calling me captain is her way of keeping a safe distance between herself and me.
Considering our tension, it’s probably wise to keep some distance between us; the rational part of me thinks so, at least.
The passionate side of me, on the other hand, wants to get all close and personal with Sarah Parker.
When I leaned down to her ear, she tilted her head slightly; I don’t think she even realized she did it, but I definitely did.
Her small intake of breath, the way she leaned her body a little toward mine, and the way her pupils dilated—she may try to act nonchalant around me, but I know she feels this just like I do.
It’s exhilarating, making me want to seek her out again and push a little further.
“What got you looking so smug?” Noah asks me, nudging me in the shoulder.
I shake my head, contemplating whether I should tell him about my run-in with Sarah. He would probably tell me to let her be, and I know deep down I won’t be able to.
So, I go with the avoidance strategy.
