On a Wednesday (One Week 2)

“All of my teammates think you’re sexy as hell,” he said. “I mean, I may have been the one who pointed it out during our first game, but they all agreed once they saw you. You did a very impressive split last weekend…”

“So, you’ve always wanted to play for Pitt, and it’s been a childhood dream of yours,” I said. “Feel free to tell me three of your favorite things about being on the team.”

“You’re really going to stand there and avoid the words I’m saying to you, Miss Pitt News?” He smiled. “Is that your plan?”

“I’m doing the exact same thing that you’re doing. Can you give me at least one favorite thing?”

“Fair enough.” He laughed. “I am honored by ESPN’s ranking, but I would be even more honored if I was named as Player of the Week every week this season because my numbers don’t lie, and that’s what I deserve.”

“Seriously?”

“You can print that line verbatim,” he said. “For your second question, I was also debating between Ohio State, LSU, and Florida. I chose Pitt because it was closest to home and the coach believed in me.”

“Thank you.” I took down his words.

“As for your other questions ...” He pointed to my notebook. “I’ve always been a so-called, ‘cocky, egotistical bastard’ as you wrote, but it’s not like I haven’t worked hard to be the best since middle school.”

My cheeks reddened and I searched for a way to apologize, but he beat me to it.

“Photographic memory,” he said, not looking offended at all. “You should be more careful with what you write down about other people, though. One day, you may say some words that you can’t take back. Any other questions?”

“No, that’s it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Are you planning to answer any of things that I asked you?”

“Nope. Never.” I tossed my notebook into my bag and walked down the hall.

Without looking back, I pushed the stairwell door open and rushed down the steps until I reached his dorm’s lobby.

The moment I opened the exit door, a gust of wind slammed it shut.

Outside, heavy sheets of rain and rounds of lightning made it clear that walking to lower campus was out of the question.

“Would you like a ride?” Kyle’s deep voice was suddenly behind me.

“No, that’s okay.” I turned around, noticing that he was still shirtless. “I’ll call Safe-Rider.”

“I’m talking about a different type of ride,” he said. “I mean, you’re already here and I saw you glance down at my sweats a few times. I’m more than happy to fulfill any of your fantasy requests.”

“Please tell me that you’re joking, or that you’re high as hell right now.”

“I’ve never done drugs,” he said. “Is that a yes?”

“You know what?” I stepped back. “In two seconds, I’m returning to my reality where I never met you, and I hope you'll do the same. Safe-Rider will suffice.”

He laughed and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. “It always takes those drivers half an hour to pick people up. I was headed to the lower campus for a late-night snack anyway. I’m offering you a real ride.”

“What are you expecting in return?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “What’s it going to be?”

I didn’t get a chance to fully weigh my options.

Streaks of lightning flashed across the sky, and the rain attacked the windows so fiercely that they shook.

“Fine,” I said. “Just a ride to my dorm. Nothing more, right?”

“Nothing more.” He motioned for me to follow him past the coffee stand and the laundry center, to the other side of the dorm.

Stopping in front of a room that read, “For Kyle Stanton,” he told me to wait a few seconds before slipping inside.

Seconds later, he re-emerged wearing a dark blue Pitt hoodie, and then he grabbed my hand and pulled me down another hallway that led to the parking lot.

I hated that his mere touch sent my entire body into a frenzy.

Think about all the lace panties in his room, Court. Think about those panties…

“Stay here,” he said, letting my hand go as he opened the door. “I’ll pull my car under the awning for you.”

I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. That I wasn’t witnessing the same guy who offered me a ride on his cock a few minutes ago, rushing out in the rain to retrieve his car.

Minutes later, bright headlights cut through the downpour, and he pulled his white SUV in front of me.

The passenger window rolled down, and Kyle looked at me. “You plan on getting in, or not?”

I adjusted the strap on my bag and stepped out, climbing into the passenger seat.

“Here.” He pulled the seatbelt across my chest, clicking it into place.

I pretended not to inhale the scent of his cologne as he drove away.

“What’s your major?” He looked over at me once we approached a red light.