Something So Irresistible (Something So 3)

“You shouldn’t be walking around the hallways if no one knows who you are,” Max says, walking away, shaking his head.

“He’s right,” Matthew says, also walking away.

I storm to the room and some of the guys are already undressing and don’t even bother covering up.

“I was going to the bathroom. How is this my fault? You guys made a big deal for nothing.” I leave the room and finally go to the bathroom. I spend the rest of the game in the office they provide me with, watching the game on the screen.

Max is targeted right away by the tall one from before, who I see is Duke. He laughs in his face when the guy tries to push him. It must burn even more when we take the victory 3-2.

By the time the plane touches down everyone is quiet and heading to their car. I pull out my phone when Matthew says, “How’re you getting home?”

“I’m calling an Uber,” I say, opening my app.

“You’re not taking a fucking Uber at two-thirty in the morning, Allison.” He curses at me and turns. “Get in, I’ll drive you home.”

“I’ll take her.” I hear Max from behind me. “It’s on my way.”

“Fine,” Matthew says and starts to get in his car. “I’m calling Cooper and he is going to buy you a car,” he threatens and then slaps his head. “You don’t even have a valid license.”

“I get it back in seven months,” I counter. I seem to have a heavy foot, a very heavy foot, according to all the speeding tickets and loss of my licesnse. I walk over to Max’s truck and he laughs at me. I put my bag in the backseat, getting in, and buckling up. “It’s getting cold now,” I say to him, blowing hot air on my hands.

“I’m just happy for the rest of the month we only go away once,” Max says, making his way over to my house.

“Yeah, but we head out every second week in November,” I tell him, trying to remember the schedule. “Can I ask you something? What do you guys say to each other on the ice? I kept trying to read the lips, but I couldn’t make it out. I mean, with Matthew I know it’s fuck and fuck and dick and sometimes blow me.”

Max laughs out loud. “That is pretty much what we all say. Once in a while, it’ll be like I fucked your sister last night. Mothers are off the table.”

“Really, so it’s a rule that you guys don’t go after each other’s mother, but sisters are fair game?” I ask.

“Pretty much,” he says and I look out of the window. When we turn on my street, he pulls over at the curb and gets out to come around while I take my bags out. “You need help with that?” He holds the door and I walk away.

“No, I should be good. Thanks for the lift, Max.”

I hear one car door close and then I wait for the other while I get my key out, but I don’t hear anything. I turn around to see him standing there on the sidewalk watching me. “What’s the matter?” I ask, confused, as I locate my key.

“Just making sure you get inside.” He crosses his arms.

“Oh my gosh, I’m fine, go.”

“Get inside, Allison,” he says to me and I know not to argue with him, so I open the door and go in, turning around to wave at him as he walks around the truck, getting in, and taking off.

I fall into bed, curling up into a ball as I fall into a fitful sleep. The next day I check the schedule and I see it’s a skate day for the players. I’m about to call Denise to discuss my plan that I ran by Doug. My phone rings with a weird number.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Allison, it’s Charles Power from Limitless Photos.”

“Hey, Charles,” I say, pouring myself some orange juice.

“We have a situation. We got all the photos and videos from the photo shoot at the beginning of September, but we can’t seem to locate anything for Max. No video and no extra pictures.”

“What do you mean nothing? He was there,” I say, remembering full well he was there.

“Yeah, I don’t know if we are missing a roll of film. This has never happened to me before.”

“We need those pictures for the website as well as the video. Let me call him and fix a time that is best for you guys.”

“Perfect, thank you,” he says and disconnects.

I pull up my texts on my phone, clicking phone next to his name.

He answers right away. “Yeah.”

“Hey, it’s Aly,” I start.

“I know who it is, Allison, I have caller ID.”

“Okay, so Charles just called me and he lost your roll of film that they took at photo day. So now we need to reschedule a day to do it again.”