Escorting the Player (The Escort Collection Book 3) by Leigh James Page B
Authors: Leigh James
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thousand times.
"I'm sure it's driving her crazy. Which is fine by me." He looked hopefully at the oven. "Is dinner almost ready?"
"It'll just be a minute," I said, checking the bread.
"So…enough about me. Tell me something else about you. Tell me more about your sister."
"There's not that much to tell." I groaned inwardly. I would much rather discuss Chase's ex than my sister. "She's older than me. Her name's Lila."
"What does she do?" Chase asked. He sounded genuinely curious.
"Um…her last job was at Jamba Juice. It didn't really work out."
"Why's that?" he asked.
"She…she's just not great at being responsible," I finally admitted. I wanted to be as honest with him as I could without getting into too much gory detail.
"So she's not working?"
I didn't look at him. I just shook my head. "Not right now." She's off spending my emergency fund on weed and high-end cosmetics.
"You said she lives with you. Do you…take care of her? Pay for everything?" Chase didn't seem to want to let this go.
I shrugged. "Just till she gets back on her feet."
"Is that why you're working for the service? I'm guessing you're not making a fortune at the good old Sizzling Ranch ..."
I swallowed over a lump in my throat and just nodded. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get any words out.
"What about your parents?"
I shrugged again. "My mom died my senior year of high school. My dad…I don't know my dad." When I laid it all out like that, it sounded so…bleak.
"Aw, I'm sorry," he said. "What happened to your mom?"
"I just told you. She died." She overdosed my senior year. I found her after school.
What on Earth would he think of me if I told him that ? And if I told him my unemployed, scheming sister was trying to blackmail me just so she could get a new pocketbook?
He'd probably run away, screaming. I wouldn't even blame him.
He held up his hands. "I'm not trying to make you upset. I just want to get to know you better. And we don't need to keep secrets from each other, like you said."
I nodded. "I know. But my family's not exactly fun to talk about. And my mom…she died of cancer." The lie tasted bitter and coppery, like battery acid on my tongue.
"I'm so sorry." He got up and came around the island, pulling me into his arms. "And just so you know, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. But if you decide you want to talk, I'm not gonna judge. I'm not like that, okay?" He kissed the top of my head.
Of course you're not. You're perfect. And this is just another example of what I'm going to be missing out on, once this assignment's over.
"Okay," I said, nodding against his chest, relaxing in spite of myself against his wall of well-meaning muscle. "Are you ready to eat?"
He took a step back. "Absofuckinglutely," he said. "It smells so good."
I shrugged self-consciously. "I hope you like it…"
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C HASE
"Christ, woman, I have to unbutton my shorts," I said, rubbing my stomach. "That was amazing."
Avery looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "I can't believe you ate the entire pan of lasagna."
"You had some," I said defensively.
"I had one piece ."
"I told you I've only been eating takeout. I needed some home-cooking."
She laughed and got up to clear the dishes.
"You can just leave those in the sink. Housekeeping will clean it up. That's one of the perks of being an NFL player. You don't have to do dishes."
"That's a pretty nice perk," Avery said.
I watched her as she ran the water in the sink. She was wearing one of my T-shirts, her hair up in a messy bun. Even though the rest of me was too stuffed to move, my cock twitched. Shit. I had to go back to practice soon. The day after tomorrow. Even though that'd been all I wanted, now all I wanted was to stay home on house arrest with Avery. "Do you want to watch a movie with me?"
Avery bit her lip. "I don't know, maybe…"
"C'mon. What are you worried about? I thought we already did all the things either of us could be worried about."
She
"I'm sure it's driving her crazy. Which is fine by me." He looked hopefully at the oven. "Is dinner almost ready?"
"It'll just be a minute," I said, checking the bread.
"So…enough about me. Tell me something else about you. Tell me more about your sister."
"There's not that much to tell." I groaned inwardly. I would much rather discuss Chase's ex than my sister. "She's older than me. Her name's Lila."
"What does she do?" Chase asked. He sounded genuinely curious.
"Um…her last job was at Jamba Juice. It didn't really work out."
"Why's that?" he asked.
"She…she's just not great at being responsible," I finally admitted. I wanted to be as honest with him as I could without getting into too much gory detail.
"So she's not working?"
I didn't look at him. I just shook my head. "Not right now." She's off spending my emergency fund on weed and high-end cosmetics.
"You said she lives with you. Do you…take care of her? Pay for everything?" Chase didn't seem to want to let this go.
I shrugged. "Just till she gets back on her feet."
"Is that why you're working for the service? I'm guessing you're not making a fortune at the good old Sizzling Ranch ..."
I swallowed over a lump in my throat and just nodded. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get any words out.
"What about your parents?"
I shrugged again. "My mom died my senior year of high school. My dad…I don't know my dad." When I laid it all out like that, it sounded so…bleak.
"Aw, I'm sorry," he said. "What happened to your mom?"
"I just told you. She died." She overdosed my senior year. I found her after school.
What on Earth would he think of me if I told him that ? And if I told him my unemployed, scheming sister was trying to blackmail me just so she could get a new pocketbook?
He'd probably run away, screaming. I wouldn't even blame him.
He held up his hands. "I'm not trying to make you upset. I just want to get to know you better. And we don't need to keep secrets from each other, like you said."
I nodded. "I know. But my family's not exactly fun to talk about. And my mom…she died of cancer." The lie tasted bitter and coppery, like battery acid on my tongue.
"I'm so sorry." He got up and came around the island, pulling me into his arms. "And just so you know, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. But if you decide you want to talk, I'm not gonna judge. I'm not like that, okay?" He kissed the top of my head.
Of course you're not. You're perfect. And this is just another example of what I'm going to be missing out on, once this assignment's over.
"Okay," I said, nodding against his chest, relaxing in spite of myself against his wall of well-meaning muscle. "Are you ready to eat?"
He took a step back. "Absofuckinglutely," he said. "It smells so good."
I shrugged self-consciously. "I hope you like it…"
----
C HASE
"Christ, woman, I have to unbutton my shorts," I said, rubbing my stomach. "That was amazing."
Avery looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "I can't believe you ate the entire pan of lasagna."
"You had some," I said defensively.
"I had one piece ."
"I told you I've only been eating takeout. I needed some home-cooking."
She laughed and got up to clear the dishes.
"You can just leave those in the sink. Housekeeping will clean it up. That's one of the perks of being an NFL player. You don't have to do dishes."
"That's a pretty nice perk," Avery said.
I watched her as she ran the water in the sink. She was wearing one of my T-shirts, her hair up in a messy bun. Even though the rest of me was too stuffed to move, my cock twitched. Shit. I had to go back to practice soon. The day after tomorrow. Even though that'd been all I wanted, now all I wanted was to stay home on house arrest with Avery. "Do you want to watch a movie with me?"
Avery bit her lip. "I don't know, maybe…"
"C'mon. What are you worried about? I thought we already did all the things either of us could be worried about."
She
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