Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) by KB Winters

stupid fairy tale.
    Or would I?

Chapter Thirteen
    Josie
    After receiving the ball from Trey, I knew there was no chance I’d be able to go back to sleep. Instead, I called up room service—this hotel at least had the option—and ordered an English muffin and a couple of scrambled eggs. While I waited for my food to arrive, I hopped in the shower and was just tugging on a pair of black leggings when my order came. I tipped the delivery boy who pushed the cart into my room and he tried to make small talk but I wasn’t in the mood. I sat down at the small in-room dinette and dug in.
    Another knock on the door and I frowned down at my plate. “Ugh!” Did they forget to give me something? Maybe they wanted to ask if I was one of those people who liked ketchup on their eggs. Although that did sound good. I got up from the table and went to answer it, swallowing my bite as I tugged the door open again.
    Instead of a server dressed in all black, I found some man candy on the other side.
    “Trey!” I choked on the eggs and coughed.
    His grin melted as I sputtered to catch my breath. “Woah, you okay?”
    I raced to the table and chugged half a glass of water. I gave a final cough into my hand and blinked away the tears in my eyes. “What are you doing here?”
    His grin slid back into place as he sauntered into the room. “I came to see you.”
    “How did you even find out where I was staying?”
    He laughed. “Most of the media is staying here. I took a gamble. I stopped at the front desk before my run and sent up the…” he stopped short and glanced around, clearly looking for his gift. “Did you get it?”
    “Oh—” I cut a guilty glance to the bedside table where I’d banished the ball. “Um…yeah. The ball. I did.”
    He smiled. “Corny?”
    I laughed. “A little. It was thoughtful, though.”
    “You look like you’re ready for the gym,” he said, checking me out with a sweeping glance. His eyes were hot on the exposed skin of my neck and shoulders. I’d thrown on a workout tank right as room service arrived. It was suctioned to my body and from the look in Trey’s eyes he appreciated it just a little too much. “I bet we could work out together.”
    I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the shiver than ran through me at the double meaning in his words. “Dreamin’ pretty boy.” I took my seat and picked up my fork, trying to act natural, as though his very presence wasn’t driving me insane—which it was.
    He laughed and took the seat opposite mine. His knees brushed against me under the table and I retracted my legs like his were made of fire. He chuckled under his breath when I flinched. “Relax, baby, I don’t bite. Well, unless you’re into that kinda thing. Then, I’m totally game.”
    My cheeks flushed and I stuffed a bite of toast into my mouth to keep myself from saying something stupid.
    I twirled my fork through the remnants of eggs on my plate. “I just find it ironic that two nights ago, when we bumped into each other at the hotel bar, you accused me of being a stalker. And yet…here you are…in my hotel room. Sending me gifts. I’m not an expert on stalkers, but it seems like you’re headed in that direction.”
    Trey raised one eyebrow at me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    I shrugged. “Sure. What girl doesn’t dream of being stalked by a pro athlete?”
    He laughed and leaned back in his chair. He had a way of owning every room he walked into. Even when it wasn’t his. There was something about his posture and his relaxed manner that made me feel like I was the one visiting him. “Truthfully, I just got done with my workout and decided to take a look around the city. Thought you might wanna join in. We could get some lunch or go raid a bakery.”
    I arched an eyebrow back at him. “Why would I do that?”
    He shook his head, still grinning. “You just playing hard to get? Or you honestly don’t know why I want to take you out?”
    I set my fork down and