The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

“Scarlett… she thinks we should have a hate fuck or something. She says it’ll ‘resolve our tension’.” Mae used air quotes, still surveying the crowd. Again, talking as casually as if we were discussing what we ate for lunch. What the fuck was going on? A minute passed as I tried to wrap my head around what she’d just said, when Mae decided she’d catch me off guard for a second time tonight. “Maybe she’s right.” She sighed, sinking deeper against my pecs. My lungs stopped working. “Could you repeat that? I think I heard you say—" She rotated her upper half toward mine and cut me off with a palm to the mouth. “You heard me correctly. I said, ‘maybe she’s right’.” She released her hand and I stared at her blankly, without a single thought behind my eyes. This couldn’t be real, right? Certainly, this ship had gone off course and taken us to the Bermuda triangle or something? In all the years I’d known Mae, we’d never once acted on the sexual chemistry between us. Even when we were hormone rampant teenagers and our spark became volcanic, neither of us made mention of it. Sure, we made salacious remarks at each other from time to time, but that had all been in the name of friendly competition… hadn’t it? Damn it, she was getting in my head. Making me overthink this whole thing so I’d fall victim to whatever joke she was trying to play on me. It didn’t help that my dick was aching—aching—at slightest the mention of sex. When I first got drafted to The League and moved up to Nashv...