“Is this some kind of joke? Are you serious?”
“I told you not to shower, Mav,” I said.
“So, what, you’re punishing me now?”
“That’s right,” I said. “You didn’t listen to me.”
Maverick grabbed the door handle and jiggled it.
“Madison, seriously,” he growled. “I’m standing here naked.”
I dropped my towel. “So am I.”
“Open the damn door then,” he said. “I thought we had an arrangement for tonight.”
“So did I,” I said. “I was going to get a sweaty, smelly goalie all to myself in my shower.”
“I have to shower after practice,” he said. “It’s really gross. Plus, some other things happened too. It was… kind of crazy…”
“Other things?” I asked as I stepped closer to the door. “What kind of other things?”
“Serious things,” he said. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’d rather use my mouth and tongue for something other than talking right now.”
“Then you better work on getting sweaty again for me,” I said.
“This can’t be real right now,” he said. “You’re just trying to fuck with me. Trying to prove you have some kind of power or something, right?”
“I do have the power, Mav,” I said. “Guess what I’m doing right now?”
“What?”
“I’m touching myself.”
“Madison…”
“Oh, Mav,” I purred. I got closer to the door. “I’m so wet right now. Guess what I’m doing now?”
“What?” Maverick asked. “Just unlock the door, sweetie.”
I stood there with my hands at my sides.
“I’m touching myself with my right hand,” I said. “Between my legs. I feel so… good… my… pussy…” I groaned. “Oh, Mav, my left hand is touching my breasts. Squeezing my nipples…”
“Dammit,” Maverick growled. “You know what? I’m leaving. Screw this then. See you later, sweetie.”
I heard the thudding of Maverick’s feet.
I smiled.
I waited a few seconds.
It was silent.
Shit. Did he really leave?
“Mav?” I called out. “Did you really leave me?”
There was no response.