Consider Me (Playing For Keeps, #1)

by Becka Mack

I’m entranced, fixated, obsessed.

“Ollie! Two weeks in a row!” He scoops her up, yanking her right from the booth, and wraps her in a hug I kinda wish I was on the giving end of. I wouldn’t mind seeing how she feels in my arms.

Clapping my hands on the table, I groan, head dipping to catch her eyes. “Yes, you’ve made that abundantly clear. We barely know each other, as you’ve said, so we’re going to start. Dance with me.”

Don’t stack up? What the fuck? “It wouldn’t be fair to compare you to them. You’re on an entirely different level.”

I clap my hands together and scream out a silent yes! before divebombing the bed, wrapping my arms around her, rolling her around in some sort of weird hug while she squeals with laughter.

“Perfect,” I grumble against her lips. “Christ, Ollie, you’re fucking perfect.”

“You don’t know the first thing about what I want. If you did, you wouldn’t be turning your back on me and walking out of here right now, claiming this was just sex that means fuck all to me, or to you. That’s bullshit. You know it and I know it.”

“Olivia’s personal life is none of your damn business. Drop her name, because I can guarantee you my bite is as vicious as my bark.” The crowd clears as I push through to the change room. “Interview’s over.”

“What if I fall in love with you?” “Then I’ll fall with you, too, Ollie girl.”

“Including you, Ollie. You’re so beautiful, so incredible, all of you. Don’t you get that everything else doesn’t compare? I’d trade it all in for you.”

“How about my everything?”

“It’s okay, baby.”

“I think you look pretty,” Garrett says. I wonder if he realizes he’s halfway to yelling. Probably, because his ears burn red and he dashes away, sinking down to the couch.