Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(5)

Max rolled his eyes. “I love being committed to one ass.”

“Must be a great ass,” I teased.

He glared. “You just wait. Your one great ass will come, and then our Gussy Bussy will be tied down forever.”

I scoffed at that, pointing my pool stick at him. “The day that happens is the day I don’t score.”

“I am seriously praying for that day.” Maxy stood and took a shot, getting a ball in before looking back up at me. “I’m so tired of having to wait to go to bed.”

“Huh?”

“You and the female friends you bring back to the apartment.”

I made a face. “No one said you can’t go to bed when I have someone over.”

He shot me a deadpan look. “No one could sleep when the whole apartment is being filled with ‘Oh, harder, Bus, harder. Ugh, ugh, oh, oh, Bus, Bus, Bus—’”

Everyone in earshot started laughing. Hell, even I did as I waved him off. “I get it.”

“I swear, it’s more obnoxious than you.”

I feigned feeling hurt. “How rude.”

“You know it’s true. And I bet you tell them they need to be loud or you won’t give them the full-length Bus.”

When he made a crude hand motion, the room was in stitches.

I shook my head. “You’re pathetic.”

“Takes one to know one,” he shot back.

Miller came up and slapped Max’s back. “Does he still do that pec thing to music?”

Max laughed, nodding his head. “Every morning.” Dropping the stick, he flexed and then started singing “I’m Too Sexy.”

“I don’t sing that!”

He paused, thinking that over, and then nodded. “That’s right, it’s usually Beyoncé.”

More laughter as I scoffed. “Hey, she’s the queen!” The room was loud, and I just smiled as I shot the eight ball in, winning the game. “And like Beyoncé, I slay, motherfucker.”

After Julie filled my mug, I took a long swig. Just as I turned to lay my stick against the wall, I found myself toe-to-toe with a certain redhead.

She narrowed her eyes as she looked up at me. “Excuse me.”

My heart stopped. My eyes widened. My body suddenly felt as hot as her hair. She ducked to walk around me, but I couldn’t let her by. Not yet. I stepped in front of her, holding my hands up. “Hey, no need to excuse yourself. Want a beer?”

She shook her head. She was wearing a halter, and her breasts peeked out the sides. Her jeans hugged every inch of her ass. Her long hair was up in a top knot, and her makeup from the game was gone. She looked even hotter without it. Like someone I wanted to wake up to the next morning.

“I’m good,” she replied. “I don’t drink beer.”

I stopped her once again. “I can buy you whatever you want.”

Her glare deepened as she shook her head. “No. I’m good.”

Once more, I moved to stop her when she tried to walk away. No one turned me down. This was insane. “Hey, what’s your name?”

She paused, a smile coming over her face. “My name? That’s all you want? Well, it’s Fuck Off.”

Whoa. What the hell? I didn’t understand her hostility. Had I slept with her already? No. No, I hadn’t. I’d remember her. As she walked toward her group of friends, I called out, “I don’t think you like me.”

She turned back, her eyes cutting to mine. “Don’t think? Well let me help you with that. No, I don’t like you, because I have a tendency to find self-absorbed dicks to be obnoxious assholes.”

I held my chest, this time a tad hurt. What a bitch! “Whoa.”

“Oh, please don’t be surprised. Everyone thinks it; they just won’t say it,” she added, sitting down and crossing her legs. “But I’m not them.”

I could only blink and glance back at Max, whose jaw was almost to the floor. I held my hands out. “What the fuck?”

He looked at me, a grin pulling at his lips. “I don’t know, but I love her.”

Speechless, I shook my head as I looked back to the redhead who had just cut me in a way no one ever had. Usually women loved me. I’d met a few who didn’t, but usually it was because they were playing for the other team! What did I do to this girl?

And why the hell did I want to find out?

Her message was clear—stay the hell away—but I couldn’t help it.

I wanted more.

A lot more.

For the simple fact that rejection wasn’t really my thing.





Chapter Four





Bo





I hadn’t wanted to come out.

I had planned to go home, study, and soak in a nice long bath. I had a heavy schedule tomorrow. I had private classes with clients in the morning, my internship in the afternoon, and my ice skating classes at night. It was going to be a busy day, but Lizzy had convinced me to come out, saying I needed it. I didn’t, but since I loved her dearly and didn’t want her to think I didn’t, I went.

And to my surprise, I was sort of glad I did.

Especially after cutting Gus Persson down to size.

“You’ve waited a long time to do that, haven’t you?” Lizzy asked.