My lungs forgot how to work, and I had to swallow before I could answer. “I don’t have your number.”
“Give me your phone.”
What I should’ve done was scrunch my nose and told him I don’t take orders from men towering over me. What I should not have done was inhale his clean, male scent and hand my phone over without so much as a word.
A few seconds later, a ding came from the back pocket of his jeans, and he smiled. I reached to take my phone back, but he ignored me, leaning forward and pushing it into my purse. The way his face hovered over mine while his fingers eased the device through the open crevice of my purse straps should not have had me squeezing my thighs together, but my body officially had a mind of its own.
Feeling way in over my head and suddenly needing a cold shower, I side-stepped, putting some much-needed space between us. “I better go check on Jamie, he’s probably stuffing his face with snacks and ruining his dinner.”
His eyes dipped to my neck, then traveled up to my ears before resting back on my eyes. I retreated a few more steps, suddenly nervous my thoughts were written across my face.
“Have a good night, Madison.”
“Yeah, you too.” I took off, walking faster than was necessary until I’d shut the door, effectively cutting off his relentless stare. I dropped to the ground, my pulse erratic.
A buzzing sound caught my attention, and my stupid, idiotic heart picked up. Gripping my phone somehow felt intimate and dirty after the thoughts I’d had over his handling of it.
I unlocked my screen, and promptly burst out laughing, startling the dogs who’d come to greet me. Jamie poked his head out of his room, but I continued smiling down at my phone, wider than I had in a long time. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, I was in so much trouble.
He’d put himself in my phone as Sugar Daddy.
Chapter Fifteen
Cradling two foil-wrapped hot dogs and two steaming Styrofoam cups, I made my way up the bleacher steps, focusing every bit of concentration on not tripping in my skirt and heels. If I’d known I would be here today, I would have dressed in a damn pantsuit. Or packed jeans and an extra sweater. Hindsight was a bitch.
I’d missed the entire beginning half of Jamie’s first game but had at least arrived in time for the second half. My boss made a deal with me. He allowed me to slip out as soon as I’d finished payroll and paid me for a full day on the promise that I would babysit his granddaughter for free in a couple weeks.
Was it ethical? Probably not, but I’d agreed in a heartbeat. I was excited as hell to surprise Jamie.
I’d scanned the area for my parents, knowing they’d be here somewhere, and found them sitting in foldout camping chairs closer to the field. But like a damn planet drawing me to his gravity, my eyes were pulled to the bleachers.
Sitting several rows up, right above a group of school moms I recognized, was a familiar black hoodie hugging a body I couldn’t miss if I tried. By the way the women before him were glancing back, they hadn’t missed it either.
He had what looked to be a gray beanie pulled down over his head, and he was leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, rubbing his hands together for warmth. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing him. I’d only caught quick glimpses of him the past week, and he hadn’t responded to my text when I’d given him the field location.
Seeing him felt like a sun was settling inside me. The man had no idea I would be here, yet he’d shown up. For Jamie. I pressed my handful of items against my chest, trying to dampen the uncomfortable pressure there, and began the climb.
Making it to his row, I shuffled my way past a few long legs and knobby knees, trying not to stab my heels into toes or knock over beverages. A gust of wind shoved into me, yanking and pulling loose curls across my face. Hands full, I made do with shaking my head and blowing a few pieces off my nose while cursing.