Romance: Teen Romance: Game On (A Nerd and a Bad Boy Romance) (New Adult High School Sports Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the first time missy.”  He said.
    “Oh, Mr. Harris-“
    “John, please.  Mr. Harris is my dad’s name.  And he ain’t dead yet.  Lovely lady like you callin’ me Mister would just break my heart,” He said.
    I was now feeling a little flush over the kind compliment; I don’t think I’ve ever been called a ‘lovely lady’ before.               
    “I need some orange juice and soup for a good buddy of mine who went and got himself sick on the ride over.  Think you could help me out, miss…” he said with a smile. 
    “Cassidy,” I replied, “just Cassidy.  And, I can help you with that just fine.  Follow me.”
    I led him around the store; he bought a few things more than just some juice and soup.  After the few small moments we spent wandering around the store like a new couple we slowly started to return to my register.
    “I suppose this is where we part ways,” he said, a bit downtrodden at the thought before he added, “I’ll be here for about a week before heading home, wouldn’t suppose you’d be interested in showing me the ins and outs of the area on your day off?”     
    I started feeling flush again; this charming cutie asking me out on a date was overwhelming.  I barely managed to say anything in response.
    “Ye … yes, I think I can work something out.  I’m off tomorrow if you’d like,” I said.
    “How about the day after,” he replied, “I’m a bit busy tomorrow; unless you want to show me around the city at night, say around 6pm?”
    It went from a daytime stroll to an evening date in just one sentence, and it was an offer to which I couldn’t imagine saying ‘no’.
    “Okay, tomorrow afternoon at 6pm.  BUT, since I don’t know you well enough to be out past 10 o’clock I may need to call it an early evening.  Think you can handle that, MISTER John?” 
    He smiled, with those amazing high cheekbones, at my attempt at humor. 
    “I think I can handle that MISS Cassidy.  Wear something for walkin’; don’t need to dress up all fancy for me.  I like knowing you aren’t expecting me to carry you everywhere when a shoe breaks.”  He said. 
    He pulled out a small notepad from his pocket along with a pen and wrote down a phone number and address. 
    “Be out front of there at 6 and we’ll have ourselves a time.”  He grabbed his bags, gave me a brief hug and left. 
    Meanwhile, I stared at his butt in those tight jeans as he walked out the door.  Then I heard a snapping sound in my ear.
    “Cassidy, if you keep staring your eyes are going to fall out.” resounded Maggie’s voice echoing in my head.
    “Maggie, if they fall out, at least the last thing I got to see was that.”
    With another laugh, she wandered back to her register and I to mine.  I reached down, picked up my book and shoved the note inside.  Tomorrow would be quite interesting.
     
    2.
    I must have had the wrong address.  I was standing in front of what I can only assume was the most expensive hotel in the city.  It was easy to laugh at myself over the prank John must’ve been pulling on me.  Call myself a queen and meet at a hotel that only a queen would stay in.
    Nevertheless I wanted to see if he would still show.  I pulled out the slip of paper from between the pages of my book and dialed the number. 
    “Hello?” it was him and at least he hadn’t given me a fake phone number as well.
    “Hi, this is Cassidy.  Okay, I’m laughing at your joke.  Are you really meeting me in front of this palace?”  I quipped.
    “Joke?” he said quizzically, “I’ll be down in a minute, wait right there.” 
    The line went silent and I got lost in thought for a moment.  I slapped myself on the cheeks to see if I was perhaps dreaming but all I felt was the sting of my own hands.  If he really was staying at this place I would have to ask him how.
    It wasn’t too long before he strolled out of the building.  This time he was wearing a plain leather jacket over