Page 86 of Playing for Keeps


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It wasn’t the conversation. It was being that damn close to her. In the seconds the elevator crept towards the first floor, I had to remember who she was. My resident assistant, the woman assigned to keeping me on track, my babysitter.

But we were so close together I could smell her perfume and taste it on the back of my tongue.

The Adam before the Birchwood Bowl would’ve laughed at me.

Piper bit her lip. “Have you ever…?”

No.

“Wanted to text an ex back?” I suggested and cleared my throat. “Uh…had feelings for an ex and kept them…after you broke it off…”

“What? No.” Piper gave me a hard look. “I don’t have feelings for Thomas, oh my god. Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

I didn’t dare say another word for the rest of the elevator ride. Piper strode out the moment the doors opened and then, and only then, did I allow myself to pump my fist into the air. Holy shit. Of course she didn’t have feelings for Thomas anymore. Fuck that loser. She could do so much better than him.

“Yeah.” I grinned, trailing right behind her, practically on her heels. “Fuck exes, am I right? Look, if it’s done, it’s done. Might as well block their numbers. That’s the healthy thing, right? Just block. Might as well never even mention them ever, ever again. Pretty sure I read that in an article somewhere—”

“Adam.” Piper stopped me and rubbed her temples. “We need to be serious for a second.”

My grin was so wide it hurt. “I can be serious. I can be the most serious dude you’ve ever met, one serious-ass motherfucker. Clint Eastwood, Samuel L. Jackson, serious as shit. Every serious you can imagine. So fucking serious, call me Kurt Russell from—I can’t think of a serious movie—but I’m sure Kassie could—”

“Adam,” Piper hushed me. Even though we stepped outside to a campus that was just beginning to rise for the morning, she dropped her voice. “We can’t let what…happened this weekend ever happen again.”

“No more smashing cars. Got it.”

She took a deep breath. “Not that.”

Ah.

My RA was talking about when I felt her up and drew circles over her clit and finally got to do what I’d been daydreaming about for too long. It took only a few minutes for her to come in my hand and my blood had been singing ever since.

That’s the part she wanted to forget about. My chest tightened.

“Understood.”

“We need to be professional,” she stressed, gazing up at me with those gorgeous gray eyes of hers.

Her lips pressed together, full lips, the kind of lips you can’t help but stare at when they’re talking. She tucked a blonde strand behind her ear. Something I’d done when I had her naked in the shower.

She sighed. “You understand, right? Both of our jobs are on the line here.”

Or I can pay for your housing and you can let me eat you out.

“Yep.” I forced a smile. “Sounds like a plan. Professional as shit.”

Our walk took us to the training center but before we made the entrance, Piper needed to make one thing clear with me.

"No one can know about the car."

"Yep."

"Nothing about the car."

I nodded. "Not one person."

Another voice interrupted us, coming up from the sidewalk. Kassie. "What about a car?"

My friends had some great timing. Both King and Kassie strolled up together.

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