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I scoff and roll my eyes. “Obviously. Confidence is attractive and admirable. Cockiness makes you a douche. Soooo…” I draw out the word. “Are you saying you’re ready because you’ve trained your ass off and know you can handle whatever is thrown at you? Oooorrr, are you saying it because you think it makes you look tough?”
Rio presses his lips together, his eyes shining with the laughter he’s holding back, but the other man standing with them can’t control himself and lets out a bark of a laugh.
The brunette flips off his friend, then rolls his shoulders back and meets my gaze. “I’m confident,” he replies with a straight spine and firm tip of his chin.
“Good,” I reply with a smirk and stick my hand out. “I’m Sasha, by the way, the newest Kerrington.”
“I’m Rob, but everyone calls me BooBoo,” he replies, shaking my hand.
“I’m Whiley,” the other man with dirty blonde hair and stunning green eyes tells me, taking my hand after BooBoo lets go.
“Is that your real name?” I check, even though I’m almost certain it’s not.
He shakes his head with a toothy smile. “Nope, but I don’t give that out to anyone.”
“We don’t even know his real first name,” Rio supplies.
“And I think the only reason we know his last name is because it’s printed on his jersey,” BooBoo adds.
Whiley lifts a shoulder. “Maybe I just like to be mysterious.”
“Rumor on the street is he’s a serial killer and kills anyone who finds out his real name,” BooBoo stage whispers, making Whiley roll his eyes, but he doesn’t deny said rumor either… interesting.
“Time to get on the bus,” the coach calls out in a booming voice.
All of us head toward the door at the same time, not wanting to be on Coach’s bad side. Whiley and BooBoo are ahead, and Rio is right behind me.
“Do you have a seat partner yet?” I ask him as we get on.
“I always sit with BooBoo,” he answers. “You could probably sit with Whiley if you want.”
“And risk being murdered?” I whisper in mock horror.
Rio chuckles. “I don’t think he’s actually a serial killer.”
“Well, I’d rather be safe than sorry,” I respond, scanning the seats and noticing Evangeline has an empty spot next to her, across the aisle from the cheerleaders. “Oh, look, a free seat next to not a serial killer,” I state, pointing toward Evangeline, who smiles and waves at me.
“How do you know she isn’t a serial killer?” Rio whispers into my ear in a deep, breathy tone.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and goosebumps cover my arms. Not from the words, which are innocent, but from my stupid imagination that is now conjuring up different scenarios of him whispering in my ear. Thoughts that have no place running around in my brain at this moment. I fight back the lustful shiver that wants to escape as my mind travels straight into the gutter.
I flash a smile at him over my shoulder, hoping he doesn’t realize that his voice turned me on. “I’ll take my chances with the one who doesn’t have the rumor about her,” I tell him, then take the seat next to my boss.
“See you later,” he responds as he passes me to sit with his friends.
“Making new friends?” Evangeline asks with a warm grin.
“Kind of. BooBoo and Whiley are new, but I’ve known Rio a while now,” I supply.
“That’s excellent. It’s always good to be on happy terms with the team,” she responds. “The last thing we want is animosity between our mascot and the players.”
“Has that happened before?” I check, earning me a sigh.
“Unfortunately, it’s happened more than I would like to admit. And it’s always over the dumbest things.”
“I promise not to make any waves,” I assure her. “Besides, everyone always loves me.” I wink at her, and she shoves my shoulder in a playful way.
“Didn’t I overhear you tell BooBoo not to be cocky?” she questions with a knowing smile and a lifted brow.
