Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
An hour later, I stepped out of a beautiful glass shower stall and grabbed one of the fluffy white towels from the heated bar on the wall next to me. After drying off a bit, I wrapped it around my waist and wandered over to the tall windows that overlooked Central Park. The view was amazing, and if I went out onto the terrace from the living room, it was even better.
Turning around, I swept my gaze across the big bedroom with its perfect, decadent décor. This luxurious grand suite was over twenty-five hundred square feet and was more like an apartment than a hotel room. Even so, I felt restless and itched to leave. Even in the city that never slept, rooms on the forty-second floor didn’t get much noise. It was too quiet and—as stupid as it made me feel to admit—lonely. Jordan’s place hadn’t exactly been home, but it had a lived-in feel that a hotel just couldn’t provide.
And I was stuck with hotel food for as long as I stayed here. I didn’t care how many stars their chef had. It was still room service. We spent more than enough time on the road with away games, photo shoots, and charity events. Having a home base had always been important to me. A space where I could fully relax, which Jordan’s house had provided me while I waited for my own to be ready.
Walking to the closet, I unwrapped the towel and tossed it on the nearest chair. The space was massive, which was every woman’s dream, according to my younger sisters. I’d hung up my shirt for the next day to avoid wrinkles, but I’d left everything else in my duffel and dropped it on the floor.
Pulling out a pair of clean boxer briefs, I tugged them on before padding over to the bed. At home, I slept naked, but I could never get comfortable enough in a hotel to do it. And I certainly wasn’t dumb enough to sleep at Jordan’s in the nude. It didn’t matter how old we got. An immature little shit lived in our heads and tended to come out when we were around each other. Like the time my supposedly adult roommate switched my toothpaste with diaper cream and my aftershave with pure alcohol. To be fair, though, he was retaliating against me for removing all the toilet paper in his bathroom and replacing it with sandpaper. Oh, and probably for the laxative I put in his beer right after to ensure he’d need to spend plenty of time on the toilet.
Sometimes we just seemed to bring out the jackass side of each other, I thought with a chuckle as I slipped into bed.
I put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling, not quite ready to close my eyes. Tomorrow, Prentice was hosting an all-day barbecue at his house. I hoped that Jordan would bring his girl. Then I’d get the chance to meet her sooner rather than later.
It turned out that Wrenley was every bit as amazing as Jordan had said. I’d never seen my best friend happier, which was the only reason I didn’t immediately scoff at my—apparently former—roommate when he announced, “It’s decided. You’re moving into Wrenley and Marleigh’s apartment tonight.”
His tone made it clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I wanted to argue, but his girl, Wrenley, was looking at me with hopeful eyes. Even if I had the power to say no, Jordan would kick my ass for upsetting her.
Besides, my house would be under construction for another two weeks, and as much as I disliked the idea of staying with a stranger, it would be nice to live off real food instead of room service.
I glared at my—I was considering former on this as well—best friend before smiling brightly at Wrenley. “Thanks. That’s…swell.” Jordan coughed to cover up a laugh, and I shot him another disgruntled frown. Then I pointed at him and smiled evilly. “I’m sure you’re more than happy to help me with my stuff. It’s only fair, after all.”
Most of my things were in storage, but I had all my essentials at Jordan’s place. His face clouded at my statement. I knew he intended to leave the party to sweep Wrenley off to his place for some “alone time” as soon as she was ready.
“Of course he will!” Wrenley replied with a giant smile. She tipped her head back and smiled up at him with stars in her eyes. “Right?”
Jordan sighed and quickly kissed her lips before shooting daggers at me from his eyes. “We can meet at my place to get your shit in two hours. Don’t be late.”
I smirked and gave him a snappy salute, then pivoted and wandered away, joining several of my new teammates in the backyard.