Page 139 of Right Man, Right Time
“I’m not talking about this,” I say.
Posey startles me as he sits next to me and leans in so close that I can smell his freshly applied deodorant. “It ended well, didn’t it?”
“No.” I push at him, but he remains unmoved.
“Liar.” He smiles. “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’ve had sex.” He pokes my cheek, and I swat his hand away. “You had sex.”
“Can you just leave me the fuck alone?”
“It was my texting, wasn’t it?” He puffs his chest and cracks his fingers. “I’ve still got it.”
“I didn’t have sex,” I say quietly and then whisper, “She just . . . sucked me in the sauna.”
“Sucked you in the sauna.” Posey shakes his head in mirth. “That is a title of a porn waiting to happen. Was it good?”
“Of course it was fucking good,” I say. “I’m obsessed with the girl and everything about her.”
“So why so grumpy?”
“Because I haven’t talked to her since. I have no idea what’s going on. I’m fucking terrified, and—”
“There you boys are,” Sarah says as she walks through the doors of the training room. “I have a few things for you to sign that we’re giving to important sponsors. You’re the two I’m missing.”
Of course she takes this moment to walk in here. This is the luck of my goddamn life. Teeth clenched, I avoid the low cut of her shirt and how she’s purposely bending in front of me.
But the thing is . . . her appearance, her need to show off her tits, it does nothing for me. Absolutely nothing. The only emotion I feel when she’s in the same room as me is anger.
Because of her, I don’t trust people.
Because of her, I can’t be the person I need to be for Ollie.
Which, in return, makes me despise her.
She hands me the pictures and a Sharpie, and while offering her the cold shoulder, I sign them.
“You were great the other night,” she says, clearly not getting the hint. “I loved seeing you out on the ice again.”
I cap the marker and toss it to Posey, who signs the pictures as well.
“Are you not going to say anything about my shirt?” she asks, and when I look up, I see that she’s wearing a shirt with my name and number.
“Why are you wearing that?” I ask.
A confused expression crosses her face. “Because I’m your number one fan.”
It’s comical how clueless she is.
“If you were my number one fan, you wouldn’t have fucked other people when I was away. For months.”
It’s the first time I’ve said it out loud.
It’s the first time I’ve truly acknowledged what she did to me.
And I know it’s the first time Posey is hearing it.
“Silas,” she says quietly.
I take the pictures from Posey and shove them at her. “They’re signed. Now leave.”
