Something So Irresistible (Something So 3)

Signed

Perfect Max

I close my computer then and go into the room and pack for the away games. We are going for two days back tomorrow after the game. I pack a suit and then my toiletries. Then my phone rings and I see Denise’s number.

“Yeah.” I put her on speaker while I shave.

“Guess who just called me?” she gushes out.

“I have no idea, and I have an hour to get to the plane, so.”

“Okay, fine,” she blows out. “Allison,” she says with glee. “We set up a date to meet and go over a plan. She has so many ideas. I think it’s going to be so good.”

I smile. “Happy that you are finally getting a foot in there.”

“Me, too.” She covers the phone and mumbles something to someone. “I gotta go. Be safe.” She disconnects right away.

I finish shaving, packing my stuff, and tossing it in my bag. It’s travel day, so we still have to dress professional. I take out my dark blue jeans, with my white button-down and my navy blazer. I make sure there is enough food and I turn on the water around the house for Stanley. “Be good.” I walk out to the car. I stop at Starbucks and order a half black coffee with milk and cream on the side. I park my truck at the airport, seeing I’m one of the first ones showing up. As soon as I get out of the car, I see a black car drive up and Allison gets out. Her hair is piled on her head today, glasses cover her eyes. She’s wearing black slacks with a white shirt, but her shirt goes low on the chest. A little too low, but she throws a scarf around her neck to block it. She puts her black leather jacket on covering her arms that are sleeveless. She grabs her bags from the trunk and walks over or actually limps over. I walk behind her. “What happened to you?” I say and she stops and turns, looking at me holding two Starbucks cups.

“Silver fucking shoes happened to me. I swear I will never wear those shoes again.” She looks at my hands. “Which one is mine?”

“Actually one is half coffee and the other is milk. I also got cream, but it spilt by the car.” I point over to the cup on the floor.

“Fine, I forgive you this time.” She smiles and takes the cups from me, then looks down at her bags. “Okay, here, hold these till we get on the plane.” She tries to hand me the cups back, but I pick up both her bags and walk to the plane.

When we walk up the stairs, I see that the only one there already is Coach. “Hey, Coach.” I nod to him, placing her bag on a chair, and then store the other ones overhead. I walk to the side and sit down near the window. I don’t know why I’m expecting her to sit next to me, but she sits across from me and leans back, taking off her glasses and closing her eyes. I grab my iPad and start watching Game of Thrones. It takes ten minutes before the plane is all ready to go, everyone arriving at the same time. Ryder walks in with glasses covering his eyes, with Matthew following him scowling. I take one earplug out to hear what happened. Matthew stops in front of my chair, throwing his bag under the seat near his sister, and sitting next to her.

“You are not allowed to invite Vivi anywhere,” he says while she laughs.

“I’m pretty sure that guy has no idea what hit him. I think I heard him mention marriage.” He turns, looking at Ryder, who is already passed out. Making them both laugh. I put my earplug back in my ear and continue watching till we land three hours later. Everyone gets up and I’m about to grab Allison’s bag when Matthew asks her, “How many bags do you have?”

She blinks her eyes open. “Two,” she says as she stretches. “But I can carry it.”

“Shut up, Allison.” He grabs the bags and walks on to the waiting bus.

I make her walk in front of me, but I see her scowling and for once, it’s not at me. She walks on the bus and huffs, sitting away from Matthew. I sit behind her.

“Stop being a brat. I used to carry Karrie’s bag also.”

“Well, considering you were having sex with her, you better have carried her bag. But I can carry my own.”

“Fine, carry your bags, but Cooper told me to, so you tell him you don’t want me to.”

She turns her head, looking out the window. Matthew looks at me and shrugs his shoulders.

When we get to the hotel, I grab my key and make my way upstairs. I open my email and find Allison’s number, so I call her. She answers right away. “Where are you?” I ask her when I hear loud voices.