Page 34 of The Wrong Game

“Gross,” I said, half-laughing, half-wincing. “What do I do if he really wants that?”

Belle blinked. “You call him Daddy. Obviously.”

“I absolutely will not do that.”

“Hey, you say that now,” she said, picking up her coffee and taking a tiny sip with a smirk. “But when your wrists are cuffed to the headboard and you’ve got vibrating clamps on your nipples, you’d be surprised what words come out of your mouth.”

“I think it’syouwho needs a therapist.”

“Just see what he said.” Belle waved me off, pointing to the new notification that had just come through on the app. When I opened it, I smiled.

“He’s in.”

“BOOM!” Belle high-fived me. “Looks like you’ve got your firstrealround. Hope you got enough practice last night.”

I swiped back to the guy’s profile, smiling as I read through his bio. He’d only lived in Chicago for a couple of years, was an accountant by day, and a self-proclaimed movie buff by night. He had sandy-blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a chin that gave Clark Kent a run for his money.

He was hot.

But somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I was a little disappointed.

Because he wasn’t Zach.

As if I’d summoned the object of my affection with my stupid, private slip of the mind, a text message from Zach popped up over the top of the app.

- I should be making you breakfast right now. -

I smiled, tapping on his text to open it full screen. Belle frowned, leaning over my shoulder and lighting up when she saw who it was.

“Oh my God! He’s already texting you?!” She checked the time on her own phone. “It’s not even seven in the morning yet. Oh,girl, what did youdoto him last night?”

I laughed, typing out my text back to him. “I didn’t do anything. Other than tell him no. And we all know guys hate that.”

“And love it, all at once.”

“Exactly,” I said, sending my text. “He’ll be over me as soon as another girl rejects him.”

- I don’t do breakfast. And I can make my coffee just fine on my own. -

- Stop acting like you didn’t have the best time of your life last night and take me to the game this week. -

- I did have fun. But preseason is over, my friend. It’s time for the real thing now. -

I smirked, clicking back over to the app and taking a screen shot of my next date’s profile — Benjamin.

Then, I sent that screenshot to Zach.

- Meet Ben, real round number one. -

The little bubbles popped up like Zach was typing, but then they disappeared, and no text came through.

“You’re ruthless,” Belle said, shaking her head with a bit of a smile as she sipped down the last of her coffee. “Okay. My ass needs to shower before work. Meet you downstairs in a half hour?”

“I’ll have the to-go cups.”

“Bless you.”

When Belle was gone, I curled my hair and put on my makeup, all while eyeing my phone. When it did buzz again, it was Benjamin telling me he couldn’t wait for Sunday. He finished his message with aHave a great week, beautiful. See you Sunday.