Page 37 of Playing to Win
“Well, we’re also trying to prove a point to Eric.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Our content was looking too similar. You couldn’t tell one post from another and we needed some variety. Not the same old videos of the team running down the field with heavy metal playing in the background.”
“Hey, I take offense to that.” I rest my hand against my chest as if I’m actually offended. “My dad likes those videos. He’s always talking about them.”
“Exactly!” she practically screams, pointing at me. “That’s the problem.”
“What?” This girl is confusing. “That my dad likes them?”
“Yes.” She’s nodding enthusiastically. “We’re trying to appeal to people that are our age, not dads. And not necessarily guys either.”
“Women?” I tilt my head, giving her my slowest, panty-melting smile. Will it work on her? “We already got a lot of those type of fans, Red.”
“Not enough online though.” She points at me again, not fazed by my smile whatsoever, so I let it fade. “And don’t try to woo me with your sultry voice and flirtatious words, Townsend.”
Ha. Okay, she did notice.
“Sultry? Flirtatious?” I rest my hand over my heart, solemn as a priest. “I would never.”
“You are. You’re doing it right now. You know how—cute you are.” She spits out the word cute like it’s a curse.
“Only cute, huh?” I’m only mildly offended. “I was hoping for manly. Sexy at the very least.”
She grabs her textbook and slams it shut. “You’re too sexy for your own good.”
Heat rushes over my skin at her confession and my dick twitches yet again, pleased with this woman and her choice of words. Did she even hear herself? She thinks I’m sexy. And I fucking love that. “You really think so?”
“I know so.” She picks up her book and shoves it in her backpack, then zips it shut. “I have class soon.”
“You coming out to practice today?”
“Probably not.”
Disappointment hits me, deflating my dick and I try to fight it. “Too bad. I was hoping to flex more for you.”
“I wasn’t impressed.” There is no feeling in her voice whatsoever, but her eyes flash. I think I annoy her.
Actually, I know I annoy her and while it’s fun, digging at Ruby, I’m realizing that every single thing I say is an annoyance to this woman and that…
Sucks.
Should I call her out? I don’t believe she’s completely immune to my charm. This might be the wrong approach but…
“Please. I caught you looking at me when I was out on the field.” I rest my forearms on the table and lean across it, trying to get closer to her. A breeze hits, her scent drifting toward me, and I inhale as discreetly as possible, taking a hit like it’s a drug and I need to get high. “You were staring, Red.”
It’s like I can’t help myself. I enjoy teasing her.
“You threw a great pass.”
“You weren’t looking at the ball.”
“I was sitting on the sidelines creating content with Gwen.”
“While staring at my abs.”
Her cheeks turn the faintest pink and she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her index finger. “Your abs are no big deal.”
