Playing Hard to Get: Chapter 33
Playing Hard to Get (The Players)
IâM MINDING my own business as one does on a Monday afternoon while at work when the store phone rings, which is a rare occurrence.
âJo Jo.â I recognize the sound of Knoxâs voice and everything inside me goes warm. âWhat are you doing right now?â
âWorking,â I whisper into the phone, glancing up just in time to seeâoh GodâDaphne, the blonde goddess, entering the store. âWhy arenât you at practice?â
âI am. I stole away to call you.â
âWhy didnât you just text me?â
âIâm trying to surprise you. Keep you guessing. Did it work?â
âDefinitely.â My gaze trails Daphne as she heads straight for the university gear section. Sheâs with two other girls, who are just as attractive as she is, and every once in a while, one of them glances over her shoulder to look at me.
Huh.
âI canât talk long, but I wanted to make sure youâre coming over tonight,â he says. âI have another surprise for you.â
Iâm intrigued. âOkay. What time should I come over?â
âMake it around seven-thirty,â he suggests, his voice lowering. âHey, I gotta go. See you later.â
He ends the call before I can say goodbye.
I settle the phone back into the receiver, unsettled by the way Daphne keeps looking in my direction, when Leon speaks up from behind me.
âWho called?â
I shriek, gaining the attention of Daphne and her friends, all three of them now blatantly staring at me, while I turn on Leon, giving him a death glare.
âYou scared the crap out of me!â I whisper-yell at him.
âSorry, that phone call scared the crap out of me. No one ever calls here.â Heâs not wrong.
âIt was Knox,â I admit, turning my back on the three women and hoping they donât sneak up on us. âI donât know why he called the store. Said he wanted to surprise me.â
Leon slowly shakes his head. âYou two are adorable.â
âNo, weâre not.â I wave a hand, dismissing his words, but deep downâ¦
I think we are kind of adorable. Well, heâs adorable. Heâs just so freaking into me and itâs shocking. Iâve never had someone who liked me this much before, meaning Bryan. Even when we were first together, Bryan was never this attentive.
Knox acts like he canât get enough of me. Like he always wants to spend time with me. Heâs so attuned to my needs, and I donât just mean sexually.
âYou two are disgustingly adorable and I love it. Keep it up.â Leon pats me on the shoulder, tipping his head to the side to watch Daphne and her friends. âThey donât look like the sort to read.â
âDonât be mean,â I chastise him, resisting the urge to turn and look at them yet again. âKnox used to hook up with the blonde.â
Leon blows out a harsh breath. âOf course he did.â
âIâm sure sheâs nice.â
âOh, Iâm sure.â The doubt in his voice is obvious.
I need to change the subject.
âHow are you doing?â Leon finally broke things off with Lani about a week ago, and while it was difficult, she agreed with him that it was for the best.
âIâm doing all right. Itâs weird, not talking to Lani anymore.â
âYou miss her?ââ
âI do, but Brady has been a great distraction.â Leon wags his brows at me.
âAre you twoâ¦getting involved?â
âI wish.â Leon sighs. âWe do hang out more though. Heâs single. Iâm single. Something is bound to happen, you know?â
âAw, that first blush of new love,â I tease.
âItâs not love, sweetie. More like lust. Though I do like him. Heâs so smart, soâ¦interesting.â Leon smirks. âAnd you canât give me any grief. Youâre giddy in love with Knox Maguire.â
âIâm not in love with him,â I protest.
Am I?
The look Leon sends me is full of disbelief. âOpen your eyes, doll face. You are so in love with him, itâs pathetic.â
And with that little truth bomb, Leon shuffles away, heading for the back of the store while I stand there dumbfounded with the realization.
I think my friend is right. Iâm in love.
Iâm in love with Knox Maguire.
Meaning I am seriously leaving myself wide open to heartbreak.
âOh hey, arenât you Joanna?â
I turn to find Daphne standing behind the counter, a curious look on her face.
âYeah. I am.â I donât bother telling her we met before, at Loganâs. She only had eyes for Knox that night. I didnât even exist.
âIâm Daphne.â She thrusts her hand out toward me and I admire her manicure. Long, pale blue nails shaped almost like talons. Iâd look like a little kid pretending to be a villain with nails like that while Daphneâs are incredibly stylish. âI know Knox. And youâreâdating Knox.â
âI know.â
She frowns. âYou do?â
âHe told me you two used to hook up.â
Her pale glossed lips drop open, her eyes going wide with shock. âReally?â
I nod. âWe donât keep secrets from each other, so if youâre trying to cause trouble by saying you two used to fuck all over campus, I donât really care. Heâs with me now.â
Daphne snaps her lips shut, slowly shaking her head. âThatâs not why I wanted to talk to you.â
Oh shit. âItâs not?â
âNo. But go you for trying to put me in my place. I could never work up the courage to do that to someone.â She leans against the counter, her gaze full ofâ¦admiration? âI just wanted to congratulate you.â
âCongratulate me?â My voice is faint. I really donât know what direction sheâs trying to take this.
âYeah. Iâve been chasing after Knox for years and he barely gives me the time of day. He doesnât take me seriously. No one does.â She sighs, resting her elbow on the counter and propping her chin on her fist. âBut you nabbed him in a matter of weeks. Props to you, girl.â
I stare at her, shocked at her words. Her praise. âUm, thank you?â
âNo problem.â She stands up straight, her arms dropping to her sides. âAnd no bad feelings, okay? Iâm not out to get your man. I donât play like that.â
âIâm glad to hear it.â Her words truly shock me. âThanks for being so upfront with me.â
âIâm just following your lead.â She tilts her head toward the clothing section. âWhen are you guys getting some new stuff?â
âNew designs wonât come out until after winter break.â We keep getting the same complaints. At least they restocked sizes though.
âI knew you were going to say that.â She mock pouts. âWill you be at the game Saturday?â
âI will.â Just mentioning it reminds me that Iâm going to meet Knoxâs parents this weekend. Blair has already reassured me that I shouldnât be worried, but I am. I donât think theyâre going to hate me or anything like that butâ¦
Itâs nerve-wracking, meeting the parents. Especially when Iâm the first girl Knox has brought around to meet his family.
âSee you there.â Daphne wags her fingers at me and leaves the store, her friends, who were lingering by the entrance, falling in step beside her.
âPlease tell me she didnât come in here to drop some tasty tips about how to satisfy Knox or whatever.â Leon magically reappears next to me behind the counter.
âShe congratulated me on getting together with Knox.â
Leonâs brows shoot up. âNo shit?â
âNo shit,â I echo. âSheâs actuallyâ¦nice.â
âHow refreshing.â
No kidding.
I enter Knoxâs apartment without knocking. I just walk into his place like I live there, and no one ever protests or complains. And by no one, I mean Knox and, of course, his roommate, Cam.
Who just so happens to be sitting in the living room, his gaze locked on the TV, his arm stretched out across the back of the couch. Blair is perched on the edge of the couch to his left, just out of Camâs reach.
I stop short, studying the two of them and the way too innocent expressions on their faces.
âHey, you two.â I wave at them, shutting the door behind me.
âHey.â Cam glowers at the TV. Heâs watching some sort of action movie. There are cars racing and buildings exploding and good God is it loud.
Blair appears on the verge of tears. âHi, Joanna.â
âHow are you?â I draw closer to her, concern filling me when I swear I spot her chin wobbling.
Uh oh.
âIâll let you ladies chat. Knox is in the shower. Heâll be out soon.â With that, Cam turns off the TV, rises from the couch and leaves us alone, slamming his bedroom door seconds later.
A sigh leaves Blair and she shakes her head. âHeâs such a prick.â
âHe is?â Iâm surprised sheâd say this. I thought she liked Cam.
Blair nods. âThe worst, but please donât mention this to Knox, okay? He doesnât even know Iâm here.â
Wait, what? âHe doesnât?â
She stands, grabbing her tiny bag thatâs on the coffee table in front of her and slinging the skinny strap over her shoulder. âI need to go.â
âAre you sure you donât want to talk about it?â I follow her to the front door, shocked that sheâs leaving.
I seriously have no idea whatâs going on.
âThereâs nothing to talk about. And pleaseâ¦â Blair turns to face me, her eyes wide and unblinking. âPlease, donât mention this to my brother. Itâs really none of his business.â
With that, she exits the apartment, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
Well, I feel like I walked in on some major drama, yet I have no clue what happened. And how am I going to keep this from Knox? If something is going on between his best friendâhis roommateâand his little sister, he would want to know.
But I hate to start unnecessary drama when it could be nothing. I donât want to go against Blairâs wishes either. Sheâs my friend.
Moving through the apartment, I pass by Camâs roomâpretty sure I can feel his anger radiating through the closed doorâand enter Knoxâs bedroom, closing the door behind me, twisting the lock in place.
Thatâs what Cam and Blair shouldâve done. Locked the front door, so no one could barge in on them like I just did.
Since Knox has the bigger bedroom, he also has the connecting bathroom, to which he left the door cracked open. Steam from his hot shower billows out, making the room feel damp and humid and I shrug out of my cardigan, dropping it on the back of his desk chair. I hear a creak, the bathroom door swinging wide open, and I turn to find Knox standing in the doorway, clad in a white towel and nothing else.
âOh. Hey.â Heâs got another towel in his hands, scrubbing the back of his head, drying his hair. The towel hangs low on his hips and Iâm pretty sure I can see the outline of his dick beneath the terrycloth.
A little sigh leaves me as I try not to stare. I am a lucky, lucky woman. I know this and remind myself of this little fact on an almost daily basis. And fortunately, there is nothing little about Knox Maguire.
Not a single thing.
âHi.â I drink in all of that naked skin on display. Heâs covered in water droplets because, for some reason, men can never completely dry themselves off after a shower, and I watch as one drop in particular slides down the ridged muscles of his abs, eventually disappearing into the towel.
He rubs his hand across his belly, as if he knows exactly what heâs doing. âYou just get here?â
I nod, unable to speak.
âNice.â He goes to his dresser and pulls open the top drawer, peering inside. âI probably donât need to bother with putting on clothes, huh?â
My mouth is dry when he glances over his shoulder, that arrogant smirk on his face. The one I remember seeing back when we first met and I thought he was insufferable.
Sexy, but insufferable nonetheless.
âI thought you had a surprise for me,â I murmur, jumping when he slams the drawer shut and turns to face me again. The towel dips lower, revealing just a shadow of pubic hair. He doesnât completely shave down there, thank God, because I think thatâs kind of weird looking.
âOh right.â He grips the top of the towel like heâs going to whip it off at any second. âI almost forgot.â
âWhat is it?â My voice is weak. So are my legs. I collapse on the edge of the bed, grateful to be sitting down.
âItâs no big deal.â He shrugs, walking over to the bed and sitting right next to me. I donât even know how that towel manages to stay wrapped around his hips, but it does. And all I can think about is sneaking my hand under it and touching him. âI just wanted to make sure youâre satisfied.â
I glance up at him, frowning. âSatisfied? Do you mean sexually?â
He nods, his lips curled up in a closed-mouth smile. âYeah.â
âUmâ¦yes.â One hundred percent yes. Best sex of my life yes. Please keep doing what youâre doing because you guarantee me at least two orgasms per encounter, yes, yes, yes. âI thought it was obvious.â
âWith the way I make you come all the time?â His smile grows.
My face is warm, but I refuse to look away from him. âThatâs one obvious reason.â
âMaybe you just come easily.â He dips his head, his mouth brushing mine when he murmurs, âAnd you look so pretty when you do.â
âYouâre the reason I come so easily.â He kisses me before I can say anything else, and I break away from him, frowning once again. âWhy do you ask?â
âNo reason.â Knox shrugs those impossibly broad shoulders, leaning in for another kiss, but I stop him, bracing my hand against his chest.
âUh huh. Why, Knox?â Iâm skeptical. Something is up. Knox usually has a reason for everything he does.
âItâs embarrassing.â He huffs out a laugh.
The great and mighty Knox Maguire is embarrassed? âOh, now you have to tell me.â
âOn the bus ride home from Saturdayâs game, I was going to listen to the new book that was just assigned in my class, but I listened to something else on your app.â He pauses. âMake a Play.â
âWhââ Oh.
Oh.
I went through a romance reading/listening stage that started just before Bryan and I split, and ramped up after we ended things. I was consuming a lot of extra sexy romance books for months, but then school and work distracted me. Then Knox came along and now here I am, living out a real-life romance fantasy with my very own sexy football player.
âThat shit was hot, Jo Jo,â he admits, his voice low, his gaze molten.
An embarrassed laugh leaves me. âHow much did you listen to?â
âA lot. I opened it up and you mustâve only listened to part of the book because it kicked off with a blowjob scene and went from there.â He shakes his head, whistling low. âIt was wild.â
I cover my face with my hands. âI canât believe you listened to a romance book.â
He peels my hands away, his expression amused, yet kind. Heâs not making fun of me. I think he finds thisâ¦intriguing. âIt wasâeducational.â
âHa! Iâll say.â
âIs that what you want from me? Something like whatâs in that book?â
This man. Can he not see he gives me everything I want every time weâre together? The butterflies. The anticipation. The heat and the throbbing and the Oh my God, I canât believe this is happening to me vibes.
âYou already give me that.â I decide to be one hundred percent truthful. âYou are like my own personal book boyfriend.â