Page 46 of On Her Team
“Let’s hit the beach.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”
“They have a boutique here. I’ll buy you one.”
“Stop throwing money at me.”
“Sorry, songbird. I have money. I’m not going to apologize for it. I won’t buy you furs or diamonds but you can’t complain about a swimsuit.”
She raises her eyebrows. “I can’t?”
I chuckle. “Let me rephrase. Please don’t complain about a swimsuit.”
She chews on her bottom lip while she contemplates her answer. I want to push her to accept my offer. If she goes home to get her things, I’ll lose her. It was hard enough convincing her to enjoy a day off. My songbird is a workaholic.
“Fine. But only because I feel bad about Rogue throwing up on you yesterday.”
Rogue can throw up on me every-damn-day if it means she’ll accept a present from me. I can’t imagine how hard she is to buy for at Christmas. But I want to find out.
I grasp her hand and lead her out of the gym toward the boutique. “Let’s go shopping.”
“One item, Mr. Yard-getter.”
“Have you been checking me out on social media?” I waggle my eyebrows.
She slaps my stomach. “I had to make sure RunItGage was you.”
I flex my bicep. “Who else would it be?”
“Another delusional football player.”
“You say delusional. I say realistic.”
She snorts. “Thanks for proving you’re delusional.”
We reach the boutique and I usher her inside. She makes her way to the bathing suits and I follow. I pick out a green bikini. “This would look good on you.”
“Dream on, RunItGage. I don’t wear bikinis.”
“But we’re on an island on the beach.” I stick out my bottom lip in a pout.
“Bikinis are for women under twenty-five who don’t have an obsession with Siren’s Snap cookies.”
I rake my gaze over her curves. Her round hips and high breasts. My mouth nearly waters with my desire to taste and touch her.
“Skinny women are boring.”
She turns away. “I guess you’d know,” she mutters.
“I’m not a player, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Not only is he delusional and can get yards but he’s also a mind reader.”
I’m not a mind reader but I’m not an idiot either. I know when a woman is jealous. I don’t want Addy to be jealous. I want her to be secure with me. Other women pale in comparison to her. No woman has ever captured my attention the way she does.
“I also have a crystal ball.”
She barks out a laugh. “Do you wear a gold turban and tell fortunes?”
