“There’s the yacht you saw us on, and he lives on like a bazillion-acre ranch with horses and motorcycles. And, at last count, he had seven Bugattis—one for each day of the week. His ranch even has its own private airstrip. Alex has dated the who’s who of South American models and actresses.”
“So, you know him through school?” I asked.
“More through my dad. Alex’s father is one of the studio’s investors. I’ve met him at some of the parties,” Lexi explained.
“Did you guys hook up?” I pressed.
“I wish,” she said. Then she realized what she’d admitted and covered her mouth with her hand.
I grinned at her.
“Lexi Andon, you have a crush on him, don’t you?”
“I do not.”
“Puh-lease,” I said as I brought up the picture on my phone and showed it to her.
“Is it obvious?” Lexi asked as she looked hopeful and then dejected. “Alex hooked up with my friend. I don’t think he even knew I was there.”
“He thinks you’re hot.”
“Shut up!” she said and then looked coy. “Does he?”
I laughed.
“How can you tell?” she persisted.
“I’m a guy. Trust me, you’re hot,” I assured her.
Lexi looked mischievous. By now, I was getting good at reading her.
“I think you have a crush on me,” she teased.
Pulling out all my acting talent, I gave her my best haughty look.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I happen to have a girlfriend.”
She bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing at me and shook her head ‘no.’
“Nope, that’s not true. You
My mouth dropped open, and I looked at Lexi in mock horror.
“Face it. When you let Brook get away, you messed up. No one will ever want to date you again,” she piled on.
Her smile turned seductive, and the sight of it went straight to my dick. Jesus, I was in so much trouble. Every bit of moisture in my mouth dried up. I could see it now. Our casual hookups would transform into
I had a sneaking suspicion that Lexi had started this off as a fling. The problem was, I wasn’t sure she believed it would stay a fling. Honestly, I couldn’t remember why I’d agreed to the ground rules.
If asked, Lexi would say what we had was just a hookup. She might even believe it. But the way she looked at me said that she thought it was more.
The problem was, I didn’t want more with Lexi. Not right now. It would be best if she just stayed my PA because what her eyes promised would mess that up.
I worried how it would go if this went south. Despite the fact that I’d never lied about my intentions or misled her, not even for a second, I would turn into the villain.
I stood up from the couch, and she did the same.
“Lexi …” I started as I held up my hands to try to slow her down.
FRICK! I needed to just get out of my own head.
“You’re hot, and I want to be naughty with you,” I said in a rush, knowing I would burn in hell for this.
Lexi looked me in the eye as she tried to figure me out. Then she snorted and knelt in front of me. I looked down as she unzipped my jeans, reached in, and found what she wanted. Her devious grin told me I would enjoy this.
“Oh, God, you’re the best PA ever,” I moaned when she took me in her mouth.
At least one of us knew what they wanted. That someone was Mr. Happy, and Lexi had an idea she could go through him to get to me. After all, he had the whole ‘no-strings/make me feel good’ bit down. I wondered if maybe I should let him drive the body ALL the time.
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Chapter 7 – National Signing Day Wednesday February 1
I was at my locker before school when Dare came rushing up, looking agitated. I scanned the crowd to see if anyone had been bullying him. When I didn’t see any of the usual suspects, I turned to him.
“What’s wrong?”
I could tell it was something serious because he looked like he might break down in tears.
“I can’t tell you,” he mumbled.
“Did Chrissy touch you in your special place? Do we need to go to the police and have you point it out on a doll?” I asked.
He blinked a few times before his mind wrapped around the fact that I was giving him shit.
“No,” he said with a scowl and shoved his phone at me.
I frowned because we’d had this discussion like a million times. He needed to learn to use actual spoken words instead of writing down what he had to tell me. I looked at his phone and saw a message to Brook.
