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“So, all this because the PI was tailing your mom? You could have just called me, I’d have made him stop,” I sighed.
Asher nodded, and then shrugged. “But I wouldn’t have this phenomenal photo on my phone, would I? You want to give me a big smile for one more? Become the leading lady of my spank bank for the rest of my natural life?”
He gave me a maddening smirk, and it was clear he thought he’d won this round. I just couldn’t take it lying down.
Before I could question it, I dropped the towel and rested my back against the wall. Asher jerked like I’d slapped him. I flipped my hair back over my shoulder, letting him see it all. My bare breasts, my pussy…everything. Then I tilted my head to the side and gave him a saccharine-sweet smile, raising a hand to flip him off.
“Cheese,” I deadpanned.
He stared at me, his gaze tracing my every curve and hollow. I should be embarrassed. I should be hiding. I should be feeling something other than heat pooling low in my belly. It was impossible, though. The look in Asher’s eyes made it impossible. I’d shocked him, and that was a win I’d gladly take, but it was more than that.
He wanted me. There was no denying the hunger in his eyes, and that was a different kind of win.
“Come on, Martino, take the shot,” I goaded him. “Let me live rent-free in your mind.” Like you do in mine.
He studied me for a long moment, making no move to take a photo. Then he let out an exasperated chuckle and shook his head.
“I hope you understand what you’re doing,” he said tightly after a second. “I already told you that if you offered me anything, I’d take everything, and I don’t think you’re prepared for that.”
“And if I am?” I challenged back.
Asher didn’t answer, though. He simply bent down and grabbed something from the floor, spun on his heel, and walked toward the door.
“This doesn’t mean that you’ve won!” I called after him.
“Doesn’t it?” Asher tossed back and disappeared outside.
It took me a good minute to realize the fucker had taken my only towel with him.
A few days later, I was getting ready to go back to my parents’ house to replenish my wardrobe when Selena came home. Thankfully, I had a huge closet at home stuffed with things that I barely had a chance to wear.
I’d been lucky that someone on the cheer team had forgotten something the other day and come back for it. She’d given me a spare outfit from her locker. I could have kissed her. My bag and all its contents had been left in my room. Asher, demonstrating that he was comfortable letting himself in and out of my private space without a second thought. The other thing he’d left had been on my pillow. I’d shoved it into my top drawer.
A pencil sketch of my profile.
It made my heart beat like a drum and my palms damp. He was driving me crazy. I wasn’t going to be the same after this, I had a horrible feeling. This game we were playing was going to leave a mark.
Selena took in my stormy expression. “Oh no, what’s Martino done now?”
“Nothing except be his contradictory self. I’m gonna head home for a while before the game.” Going to Hellions matches in Asher’s jersey had been the only way I’d scored a point so far.
“Are your parents home?”
“No. I just need to get some clothes. I can’t keep borrowing your stuff, unfortunately.”
“Did you get your portfolio back?” she wondered.
Damn it. I’d forgotten about it in my anger over the damn locker room thing. My frustration rose up and spilled out.
“Ugh! I can’t catch a fucking break with this. He’s winning, and I can’t stand it.” I sighed. “Is there something wrong with me?”
She nodded. “Shit tons, but not this…you’re just competitive, and so what, it’s not a crime.” A slow smirk crept across her lips. “You know, if you really want to win, and make the entire campus believe you two are an item…I have an idea.”
“You do? I’m out. I can’t think of anything. Being around Asher has short-circuited my brain.”
“I’ve got you. I need that jersey Eve lent you, though. Let’s make waves.”
“What are you going to do?”
