I looked at him. “But you don’t seem to care, since you make a million dollars and I barely make forty-thousand a year.”
“Then let me pay you.”
My eyes widened. “Like a hooker?”
“Okay, bad idea.”
“Very.”
He picked up a piece of bacon. “And you can’t get another job?”
“Can you?”
“It’s different. I’m in my dream job. And you aren’t.”
I lowered my eyes. “But I will be again. I need to make it to March when I can audition for the troupe again.”
“Darlin’, it’s October.”
“We can do this for six months, right?” I fidgeted with the waffle. I didn’t want to tell him I was financially strapped and I wasn’t going to beg my family for money. That wasn’t an
option for me. I could make it on my own dancing.
Besides, the last month had been more fun than the entire summer of training. I was starting to see why the other girls loved it so much.
“Sneak around? Pretend we’re not sleeping together?”
I nodded. “Yes, exactly that.”
He laughed. “I’d rather not. I want you when I want you, and this is fucking inconvenient.”
“It’s not going to be convenient ever.” I realized this was going to be a disaster. We couldn’t have an actual relationship.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re always going to be a Wrangler. And that means practice, games, and press events.”
“So?”
“So, I’m going back to the ballet and that means performances, traveling, and practices as well. We won’t ever be in the same city. Maybe we should agree that tonight is the last time.” I felt a lump in my throat.
“Hell, no. I don’t give up that easily.”
“It’s not giving up. It’s being practical, Sam. A ballerina and a football player? This isn’t a movie. It’s not going to work. The sex might be amazing, but what do we have when the sex is over?”
He sat forward. “That’s the part we figure out together.”
I didn’t expect that answer. “What?”
He ran his finger through the bowl of whipped cream and coated my nipples. They hardened under his touch.
“Sam… this isn’t going to solve our problem.”
But my head reeled back as his lips sealed over one nipple and sucked before clamping onto the other one, licking them clean of the whipped cream.
He reached for the bowl a second time, and slathered my entire breasts. I laid back on the sheets as he licked and sucked.
“Sam,” I whimpered.