“Of course you are.” “So, that means I lose, right? This is over before it begins? I should just pay my bill and leave, right?” She holds my gaze again, her dark eyes rooting me to my barstool. My dick can’t help it, he doesn’t know we’re not taking this any further. I’m aching in my pants. Fuck, why did I have to wear my tight jeans? Too much spring training has all my jeans feeling tight these days. I need to go up a size. Focus, asshole. Right, focus.
