Lace (Just This Once 4) - Page 33

“Where the hell is the jersey you took from my apartment?”

She flashes a smile that I suspect is meant to disarm me. It doesn’t. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“You left my apartment while I was asleep and you took an autographed Trey Hale jersey.”

“Me?” She tugs her hand to free it from my grasp, but I’m not letting go. “The only thing I took home with me that night is the memory of how good your big cock felt inside of me.”

“Jesus. Lower your voice.” I glance over my shoulder at the people passing us.

I don’t need anyone to hear this shit.

“What’s your name?” I lean down until I’m face-to-face with her. “Tell me your name.”

“You don’t remember my name?” She yanks her hand free. “You’re an asshole.”

“You’re a thief,” I counter as I give the lapels of my jacket a tug to straighten it. “I should call the police.”

Her hand disappears into her clutch purse to retrieve a tube of lip gloss. “What would you say to them? You have no proof that I took anything that belonged to you.”

“You took it.” I exhale harshly. “What did you do with it?”

“What did you do with my panties?” She applies the lip gloss before tossing it back into her purse. “I forgot a brand new pair of panties at your place. Can I stop by and pick them up or are you keeping them as a souvenir to remember me by?”

“I threw them in the trash.” I hold back a smile. “The only thing memorable about you is your penchant for taking things that don’t belong to you.”

“Fine.” She glares at me. “If you take me home with you tonight I’ll show you just how memorable I can be. In exchange, I’ll give you back the jersey.”

I study her face. I don’t know what I saw in her that night. She’s cute, but there’s nothing remotely unique about her.

I lean in closer to her, lowering my voice. “You’re proposing that if I fuck you again, you’ll give me the jersey back?”

She nods. “Anyway you look at it, you win. You get me and your jersey.”

Shaking my head, I work to control the urge to laugh in her face. “I’ve had my fill of you. Keep the jersey. I’m not interested.”

The corners of her lips dip into a frown. “What?”

“I’m not interested,” I repeat in a low tone.

“I bought a ticket for this just to see you.” She rubs her forehead. “It was expensive. So was this dress and these shoes weren’t cheap. I even bought a new pair of panties just for you.”

“Your loss.” I brush past her. “If you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I need to talk to.”

I take a step toward where Olivia was, but she’s gone.

I look around the room and curse under my breath when I don’t spot her anywhere. That one-night stand I just finished talking to might have cost me more than an autographed jersey. She may have stolen my chance to talk to the woman I can’t stop thinking about.

Chapter 17

Olivia

“I’m telling you, Liv, I don’t think she’s his date.” Studying herself in the mirror, Kate brushes a strand of hair from the side of her face. “He looked pissed off.”

I did catch the expression on Alexander’s face before we left the lobby to use the restroom. He wasn’t smiling at the blonde who he was holding onto. His eyes were intense and his lips were set in a firm line.

He didn’t notice Kate and I as we breezed past him on our way here.

“It doesn’t matter.” I shrug off her comments. “We can leave. Do you want to head to a club?”

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