“Okay, I have to know now,” Madison said.
“What?”
“The lucky shirt.”
“Nope. You offended me and the shirt.”
She turned her head and lifted up a little.
Showing me almost all of her breasts.
“You’re going to use your body to get what you want from me?” I asked.
“Haven’t I been doing that all along?”
“Good point,” I said. “Are you going to laugh at me when I tell you this story?”
“Definitely,” she said.
“You know, you are everything I wanted to avoid,” I said.
“Is that supposed to offend me?”
“I don’t know. I can’t believe I’m in your bed like this.”
“Where else would you rather be right now, Mav?”
“I would like to finish that photoshoot you ran out on,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get fired.”
“You want me to get fired?”
“I want you to take more pictures of weddings,” I said. “Watching you that night… you were really happy.”
“That part I don’t like at all,” she said. “You watching me like that. Like you really know me.”
“Or maybe I just want the team to hire a new photographer. Someone new to fuck.”
“You’re a piece of…”
I leaned in and kissed Madison.
She sighed and shook her head.
“So about my lucky shirt,” I said. “I wore that shirt when I was playing college hockey. I needed a shirt for something and I grabbed that on a discount rack at a store. So random, right? I stopped the game winning goal while wearing that shirt. Then for the hell of it I wore it when I had interest from agents and teams and all that stuff.”
“So every time you wear it, something good happens?”
“I didn’t wear it the night I met you.”
“That was something good?”
“That was something great, sweetie,” I said.
“Now you’re trying to be all sweet. Don’t do that.”
“Fine. A lot of athletes have superstitions like that. Mine is that shirt. It’s a lucky shirt for me.”
“But you’ve worn it and lost games, right?”