Playing Patience(26)

“Are you the goalie?” the smallest boy asked as he wiped at his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

“No, I’m the girl who kicks the goals. I’m the striker.” She smiled proudly.

I bet she looked so hot all sweaty in those little, gym shorts. I shook my head, trying to shake out the image of Patience pulling off that tank top and having a sexy little sports bra underneath.

When our hour was up, I pushed up from my chair and stretched. Sitting for almost an hour in that tiny chair had my ass numb and my legs stiff.

“Okay, boys, I guess I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” I yawned.

“Yeah, he doesn’t want to miss the chance for a nice hour-long nap,” Patience joked with the boys.

They all laughed. She looked over at me and the smile on her face was so bright and happy that I caught myself smiling back at her. As soon as I realized it, I turned and walked away. I didn’t even tell her good-bye. I stopped by the bathroom to take a piss before I left and then I pushed on the heavy blue doors of the gymnasium and walked into a shadowed evening. It was close to dark and parents who’d just got off from work were showing up to collect their kids. I threw on my black hoodie and started toward my car.

My door creaked as I opened it and jumped inside. I cranked up my loud engine and turned on my headlights. They shined directly on Patience who was sitting on the curb out front. I sat a minute and debated leaving her there, but the thought of her being stuck in the dark alone bothered me. I pulled up next to her and she looked up and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you have car, rich girl?”

I knew it was an asshole thing to say, but I said it anyway.

“Yes, I have a car.” She looked back down at her phone and dismissed me.

“Then why are you sitting out here instead of driving it home?”

I knew I should just pull off and be done with it, but this wasn’t the greatest place for a pretty girl like Patience to be sitting in the dark alone.

“I don’t drive. I’m waiting for my friend Megan to pick me up. She’s supposed to be here. I’m sure she’s on the way.” She bit the inside of her mouth.

“But you haven’t heard from her and she isn’t here?” I sighed and flexed my hand around my steering wheel.

“She’ll be here. I’ll be fine.”

I pushed my head back into the headrest in aggravation and sighed. “Just let me drive you home. Text your friend and tell her you have a ride.”

“Thanks, but I’d rather just wait.”

I looked down at her and rolled my eyes.

“Are you scared I’ll take advantage of you once you’re in my car? Because if that’s the case, trust me when I say you have nothing to worry about.”

And she didn’t. Not because I didn’t think she was attractive, because I did. I wanted to peel off every piece of clothing she wore, except those hot knee-high soccer socks, and have my way with her. The reason she had nothing to worry about was because I knew better than to jump the rich man’s fence. Plus, she was probably a virgin and virgins tend to be clingy and annoying afterward.

“While it’s nice to know you think I’m a dog, I’d still rather just wait for Megan. Thanks anyway.” She gave me a quick, sarcastic smile.

At that exact moment, her phone dinged. She looked down and sighed. Then she shook her head and looked back up at me.

“Offer still stands,” I said as I let off the brake and inched up like I was about to ride off without her.

“Fine.” She stood and swiped at the dirt on the back of her shorts.

She walked around the front of my car and my headlights illuminated her thick thighs as she cut a path in front of me. I reached over and unlocked the passenger-side door and pushed it open. She slipped in next to me, shut the door, and then reached over for the seatbelt that no longer existed.

“No seatbelt, but if you’re worried you’ll fly out of the car, you can slide over and I’ll hold you in.” I grinned over at her as we drove off.

She fiddled with her hands in her lap as I pulled out of the parking lot. All that did was draw my attention to her legs. I followed her thighs down to her knees and back up. I wanted to reach over, slide my hand over her thigh, and rest my fingers in the warmth between her legs. I looked up and saw her watching me as I stared at her legs. She looked away quickly like she didn’t catch me checking her out, and I chuckled softly to myself.

“So, what’s the deal with you? Do you, like, kick puppies during your free time and stuff?” she asked as she worked the lever ‘round and ‘round to roll the window down.

I was shocked that she even knew how to use it, since I’m sure every car she’d ever been in had automatic windows and air-conditioning.