Page 3 of Playing to Win
“A’right, but better make it snappy. He’s not a happy camper.”
“When is he ever?” Kyle muttered.
“Never, but that don’t matter,” Jamal said, ripping open the shower curtain.
“Jamal! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Relax, cupcake. Ain’t nothin’ I’ve never seen a hundred times before. Now, get that pretty ass out of that shower before he comes in here and gets you himself.”
With a sigh, Kyle turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and proceeded to dry off, dress himself and fix his hair in record time.
“Aw, man, whitey. With those pretty blues, that blond hair and that big dimple, I see why the ladies throw themselves at you night and day,” Jamal told him with a shove.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Jenkins?”
“Nah, I prefer my dates minus testicles. But if I batted for the other team, you’d definitely be on my radar. Now, let’s go smile for the camera and get this over with so you can go home to your bed and ramen.”
