(18+!)
Blake Evans is king of the tennis court at Westbridge University...and he's also a prick, a womanizer, a player, and an asshole. He's touted as one of the next stars of tennis, building hype and excitement around the program with every win...
Brooke and Savannah finally arrived at the bus, both slightly out of breath from their rush. The coach bus was idling, its door wide open and a few stragglers still climbing aboard. Brooke could feel the lingering excitement from earlier buzzing through her veins, her heart racing with anticipation as she adjusted the hem of her skirt. She glanced at Savannah, who gave her an encouraging smirk before they both stepped onto the bus, their heels clicking lightly against the metal steps.
Inside, the team was already settled in their seats, most of them chatting or looking out the windows. Brooke's eyes immediately scanned the rows for Dominic, but when she found him, her stomach did a small flip—he was already sitting next to one of the guys on the team, deep in conversation. The sight gave her a brief moment of disappointment, but she pushed it aside quickly. This wasn't a setback. No, this was just another opportunity to play things her way.
With a playful smile on her lips, Brooke strode down the narrow aisle of the bus, her tiny, cute outfit drawing glances from every direction. The soft pink top she had chosen clung to her figure, dipping low enough to show off her cleavage while still feeling girly and innocent. Her short skirt swished around her thighs as she moved, the light fabric fluttering with each step. She didn't miss a beat, walking confidently past Dominic's row without a hint of hesitation.
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As she passed, she cast a quick, teasing wink in his direction. Dominic didn't seem to notice at first, his attention focused on whatever conversation he was having with the guy next to him. But then, almost instinctively, his gaze flicked up just as Brooke walked by, catching sight of her in the corner of his eye. She could practically feel the double take as he realized who had just passed.
Brooke didn't stop, didn't even slow down, but she could sense Dominic's eyes following her as she made her way down the aisle. She found an open seat near the back of the bus, sliding in gracefully next to Savannah, who gave her a knowing look.
Dominic, meanwhile, was still staring. His conversation with his teammate faltered, his mind clearly distracted as he tried—and failed—to focus on what the guy was saying. Brooke felt the heat of his gaze on her back, and when she casually looked over her shoulder, she caught him sneaking another glance. Their eyes met for just a split second, and she smiled sweetly, as if completely oblivious to the effect she was having on him.
By the time the bus pulled out of the parking lot, Brooke was settled comfortably in her seat, but she couldn't stop herself from stealing glances at Dominic. He had finally turned back to his conversation, but every now and then, she noticed him sneaking another look, his expression a mix of confusion and intrigue, as if trying to figure out why he couldn't take his eyes off her. Brooke's heart fluttered with satisfaction. The retreat was only just beginning, and already, she had Dominic's attention exactly where she wanted it.
The bus ride had settled into a comfortable rhythm, the quiet hum of the engine accompanied by the murmur of conversation. Brooke was still riding the high of Dominic's stolen glances, knowing she had already gotten under his skin, though he was doing his best to hide it. Savannah, seated next to her, was scrolling through her phone, seemingly oblivious to Brooke's brewing plans. Brooke shifted in her seat, already plotting her next move, when a voice from the front of the bus broke through the chatter.
