“It’s not my fault your perky ass is on full display, bent over every time a serve is coming toward you,” Smith whispers. It probably looks like we’re having a quick team pow-wow to discuss strategy, when in reality, the man is initiating me in foreplay in plain view of five other people. This flirty, friendly version of Smith is way more dangerous than the guy who used to hate me. Or pretend to, according to him.
