Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Want me to add this table?” the server asks, pointing to the one next to ours.
“Tiffany?” the beautiful blonde asks.
“Willow, right?” She pushes back from her chair to stand. “How is your mom?”
“She’s good.” They kiss each other on each cheek. Tiffany pauses and whispers something in her ear. Willow’s eyes glance at me but pull away quickly.
“Am I moving the table?” the server asks again.
“No.” Willow answers him before anyone else can. “We just came to check out the menu for dinner in the future. We have reservations next door.” She pauses on a few of her words, and I know she’s lying. Reid shrugs. What the hell had Tiffany whispered in her ear?
“Yeah. Italian.” Zoey jumps in, trying to make her friend’s lie more believable. Both of the girls are terrible liars. I find it oddly endearing. I’m even finding things about her attractive that shouldn’t be. What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t even know this girl and she has me thinking all of these crazy thoughts. I can’t think straight, something I’m not used to.
“There’s only a Chinese place next door,” I point out. Both of their faces flush, and Reid gives me a hard look. “See you at practice,” I say, releasing him.
“Bye,” Willow says before grabbing Zoey by the arm to head out. Reid lifts his chin at me before following them out. Tiffany sits back down. Reluctantly I do the same. All I want to do is follow after them. I shake the thought off because it’s a stupid one. I can’t have her. Even though there’s nothing else I want more.
“Do you often run into students outside of work? That must be annoying.” She scrunches her nose. She really must be new around here.
“Haven't been coaching that long.” I’m sure it will happen often. “I don’t think it will be a problem.” I’ve already gotten close to a few of the players on the team. Reid more so than most, but I enjoy getting into his head about game play as much as he enjoys getting into mine. I’ve been in his shoes and know what it takes to make it to the top.
My mind drifts to Willow. Even her name is perfect. Running into students off campus won’t necessarily be a problem, but I know without a doubt running into that little curvy blonde is going to be an issue for me. She’s too young for you, I remind myself. Not only that, she’s a student at the university. I figure if I keep telling myself these things that it will somehow dull the sudden need I have for her.
“You know Willow?” I find myself asking. Obviously my plan isn’t working. This time I actually listen to what comes out of Tiffany’s mouth, wanting to know every single detail she knows about my Willow.
3
Willow
“You are coming with me,” Zoey says, popping her head into my bedroom. She pauses when she sees I have my phone pressed to my ear.
“Everything is going good.” I answer my mom before I mouth to Zoey who I’m talking to. I know I’m going with her. I told her earlier that I might not go to the party after the game, but I’ve changed my mind. Besides, we're celebrating. We already have a few weeks of college under our belt, and now Reid had a kick-ass game.
Reid’s frat house is throwing a party, and he’s supposed to be there tonight. I think in total Reid has slept at the frat house once. Not that anyone really cares. It’s a university rule you have to live on campus freshman year if you play for the team. As long as he’s got a room that’s all that matters. Everyone knows he lives with us.
“I ran into Carrie the other day. She told me that you saw her daughter.”
“Yeah, Tiffany. We only saw each other for a couple of seconds. She was with someone. They looked to be on a date.” My mind flashes back to the handsome man who has invaded my every thought since I laid eyes on him. In fact, I knew it was a date. She whispered it into my ear so my friends and I would get lost.
“Yes. The football coach. Theodore something. I think Carrie is already trying to plan a wedding for them. She has been trying to get that girl married for years.”
My stomach turns. For weeks I’ve tried to stop thinking about Theodore Grayson. I don’t know what my fascination with him is. He’s dating someone! Plus, there’s the fact that he’s older than me and looks so serious. As though he does everything by the book. I don’t even know why I continue to think about what he does or doesn’t do. He’s taken and off limits.
“Tiffany isn't that old. Why the rush?” She’s in her mid-twenties, I think. It's hard to keep up with these inner circles, but she does come from a prominent last name.