Page 24 of High Baller

“Friday, early evening, so I plan on sleeping the jet-lag away. What’ve you got planned?”

“Can I come over Friday night?” I ask, hopeful she’ll say yes.

“And what’re we going to do?” she asks, her tone lowering and that sexy as fuck purr coming back out. I thought she was going to stop with the teasing, I have to say that I think she wants it just as much as I do.

“Oh, I plan on doing a lot,” I assure her. I have to get out so I can continue this conversation indoors. “Give me a second while I just park the car and take you off Bluetooth.” I hit the button to open the garage door.

“Oh, you do like to talk dirty don't you?” The sound of her laughter echoes in my ear, and a smile spreads across my face.“I promise I'll stop now. So really, want’ve you got planned for my visit?”

“I’ve got a pool party on Sunday, and I thought you could meet one of my sisters,” I suggest. Sky doesn’t say anything back, and I get a feeling that she's pressing her lips together. “On Saturday, my coach has asked us over for lunch.” That last sentence comes out a little quieter. As she didn’t say anything to me about my sister, I doubt she's going to say anything about my coach.

“O-kay, I’m going to go get a cocktail or three. I’ll send you my Instagram pictures—you’ll see I post a lot.” She tells me with broken laughter.

There was a part of me that kept saying, tell her on Wednesday when I see her, but I thought being honest with her would've been better. "I can cancel both if that—”

"No, it's fine. It just took me by surprise, that's all. It's just that I'm meeting two very important people in your life, and we've been dating two days, and only seen each other for a few hours. I just think—”

“The only reason I said it was because I had to tell coach about it.” I can see where she's coming from. I mean, if she turned around to me and said we’re having dinner with her parents next, I think I'd be surprised, too.

“I get it, it’s fine. I might go shopping tomorrow to get something nice to wear,” she says, sounding over the unexpected invitation.

“How’s the jet-lag?” I ask, changing the subject, wanting her comfortable talking to me again.

“I slept the second I got to the hotel. It’s gone now, and now that I’m in this time zone for three weeks, I should be okay. How about you?”

"I slept the entire day, but had to get back to training, so not much rest." I stop in the kitchen as I look at Derek and Ariel helping themselves. “One second, shorty.” I move the phone away from my ear and stare at them. “You do know he has a house, and I’m pretty sure it has food in it?” The fucker lives next door!

“Yes, but I need to talk to you about this magazine shoot, and you also have a few sponsors that we need to talk about.” Derek waves a file in the air, and I roll my eyes at him.

I pull the phone back to my ear and say, “Hey, shorty, I have to go and kick someone out of my house.” I grab a drink from the fridge, and as I walk out into the garden, she starts laughing.

“That’s fine. My man needs to get sexy for a cover,” she says. “I’m not sure how I feel that everyone gets to see him like that… All sexy.”

I burst out in a fit of laughter. “I like that you’re a little jealous. But, I'll be wearing a suit, and not my birthday one.”

“That’s even worse, you know? Everyone knows that a man is sexier in a suit.” Her voice is a little higher, and it makes me laugh more.

I continue to laugh. “So, you’d would prefer me to be topless—”

“I'd like to see you in a suit, topless, naked, sweat pants and nothing else, but I suppose that’s not going to happen right now. But I'd like to see you in a suit first.”

“I’m sure I can make that happen. Can I call you tonight?” I ask.

“I'll call you once I get back from my night out with Calvin and Finn, but not sure what time that’ll be.”

I look behind me as Derek shouts my name. “I'll be waiting. I'll let you go get your tan. Chat with you tonight, shorty.”

“Have a nice day, Trey. I’m about to send a picture.” She ends the call, and I look at my phone waiting for the image to come through.

My phone rings, and I open up her message. Oh, fuck, she's hot, lying on the sun-bed in a red bikini, showing off her sexy body.

Trey - ‘You’re not posting that on Instagram!’

Shorty - ‘I might. What do you think?’

Trey - ‘Over my dead body.’

Shorty - ‘LOL. Nope this one is just for you. x’