Chapter 11
BRETT
I enjoyed watching Lexi calling out Dion on being the sanctimonious prick he is. He’s always quoting the same four or five biblical quotes, and it’s annoying. It wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t constantly cheating on his wife. Rumor has it that his injury was sustained from a wild night he had with another woman. What the hell did they do? I don’t want to know. It’s appalling when he tells the press that he ‘does it for his family,’ when there’s fame and fortune to be had. Dion rarely sees his kids. I once recall him forgetting to name a couple of them when he introduced his family at a press conference. Called the youngest, ‘the baby.’ Some Christian. It was a shame Lexi and I couldn’t have our fun. I pull out my phone and send her a text:
BRETT: Missing you right now. When can I collect on my reward?
LEXI: Where are you?
BRETT: Back in the locker room. You gone?
LEXI: Ya. Since we didn’t do it live, Steve will be wanting the footage asap. Are you alone in that locker room?
BRETT: No. Dion is huffing and puffing about.
I look over at Dion as he packs his bag. Like a two-year-old, he’s shoving each item in, pushing them down further than necessary and stomping about. I’d say something, but I learned long ago that when he’s having a tantrum, he’s better left alone. He once pushed an assistant coach into the lockers after he told Dion to ‘take it down a notch.’
LEXI: Why don’t you head down to the shower room? I’d love to fantasize about you naked with all that steam surrounding you.
I pause. I’m not sure if she’s joking or if she wants to start sexting. I hate the easily mistaken nuances of texting. But then she makes it abundantly clear what she wants.
LEXI: Think we could facetime?
Does she want to watch me take a shower?
BRETT: Where are you?
LEXI: We are on the way to the studio. I’m in the backseat of the van. Mike and Jax are in the front.
Lexi wants a show, but I’m anxious. I don’t want her recording our conversation.
BRETT: If you’re going to watch me in the shower, you can’t have the sound on. I don’t need Mike or Jax to overhear this.
Good. Got myself off the hook.
LEXI: We are nearing the studio. I’ll take it to my office.
BRETT: I’m not comfortable with this, Lexi.
LEXI: The other night you had no problem recording me.
BRETT: That’s different. We were in a space where no one was going to walk in on what we were doing. I think it’d look weird if someone saw me with my phone in the shower.
There’s a long wait before I hear anything back. She’s angry. I need more footage if I’m going to damage her career. I quickly text her.
BRETT: How about we go out tonight instead. Dinner maybe?
LEXI: I promised a friend I’d go to her art show.
Ugh. An art show? I sigh and quickly shoot her the next text.
BRETT: Can I accompany you, Miss Driver?
LEXI: I’m not sure you’ll appreciate this kind of art.
What?! Does she think because I’m a jock I can’t appreciate culture or art?
BRETT: Are you assuming I’m too much of a jock?
LEXI: No. Uh, it’s ‘lowbrow’ art. I don’t think you’ll enjoy it.
BRETT: We’ll see about that, Miss Driver. What time would you like me to pick you up?