Page 34 of Sportsball is for Lovers

The air is thick. Something heavy passes between us.

“What are you doing here?” I don’t want him here. He needs to go.

“Spending time with my brother.” He sounds so fucking smug. I want to wipe that fucking smirk off his face.

“Because it looks like you’re flirting with married women,” I spit.

He scoffs. “Wow. Someone sure seems upset by that.”

“Leighton is married. She’s not interested in you.”

Jared shrugs. “Nor me in her.”

“So? Don’t bother wasting your time.”

“I’m not wasting anything,” he says easily.

I glare at him.

“You want to get out of here?” He says it like it’s so simple. How the hell is he so calm and collected? I’m burning up just being in this close proximity to his thick form.

“I’m not going to sleep with you,” I retort.

Even though it’s where my mind immediately went.

“Again,” he murmurs. His eyes are dark and full of promise.

So maybe his did, too.

A faint smirk curls his lips, and fuck if it doesn’t do things to me. White-hot heat runs through me.

“Yeah, again. It’s not going to happen,” I snap.

“Okay,” he says agreeably.

“It’s not,” I repeat.

“Okay,” he says again.

“So why are you still here?”

Jared shakes his head, hiding a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said,” he says again, stepping closer to me. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Go to hell.”

Instead of fiery, my words come out breathy.

Fuck.

His sharp-sweet scent of eucalyptus and lavender invades my senses, rendering me senseless.

“Only if you come with me, sweetheart,” Jared says. His voice is deep, husky. He steps forward, his pointed black dress shoes toe-to-toe with my platform heels.

Even with the help of the four-inch stilettos, the top of my head barely reaches his chin.

His eyes are fixed on mine, his dark brown eyes glowing golden in the dim hallway light.

I’m fixed on his words.

Come with me.

My throat seizes around a swallow.

“Is that a threat?” I ask.

Jared’s smirk is deadly—for my panties.

“It’s a promise.”