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Angela grinned and placed a hand on his chest. She nodded toward Cory. “I’ve got to get Cory in bed.”
He squeezed her hip but let her go. Angela tapped Cory to wake him. He jerked awake and blinked several times, his gaze never quite focused.
“Come on, Cory. Time for bed,” she said softly.
He nodded, mumbled something that sounded like pizza, then got up and shuffled to his room. A second later, his door closed. She glanced back at Isaiah. “Thanks again for watching him. You didn’t have to.”
“No problem at all. He’s a good kid. Plus, he likes action movies and pizza. I can hang with him anytime.”
Angela plopped down on the couch next to him. “Do you have to go right away?”
He lifted her feet and set them in his lap. “Does it look like I’m ready to leave?” He took one of her feet in his hands and massaged it.
Angela’s head fell back and she groaned. “That feels…so good.”
“I figured it would. You’ve been on your feet all night. In those shoes.”
She lifted her gaze to him. He pointed to the heels she’d worn. “I don’t usually wear heels, but I wanted to look extra nice today.”
“Why?”
Might as well get to the bad news first. “So Z would maybe think twice about firing me.”
Isaiah’s hands slowed, but thankfully, he didn’t stop massaging her foot. “Why would he fire you?”
Angela shifted until she was straighter on the couch but didn’t pull her feet away. “A reporter is doing an exposé on local strip clubs. Apparently someone has—”
“A recording of a Gators player and the bartender,” he said grimly, finishing her sentence.
Angela’s jaw dropped. “You know? Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I wanted to talk to you face-to-face. Coach came to me earlier today. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Same reason. You don’t bring up something like this over the phone.” She pressed a hand to her temple. “This is terrible.”
“Did Z fire you?”
She thought she heard a note of hopefulness in his voice, but his face revealed nothing. “No,” she said forcefully. “I got an earful, and I won’t be working any of the better shifts until the scrutiny dies down, but he doesn’t want to let me go.” She took a deep breath. “He’s worried I’m getting played.”
Isaiah switched to her other foot. “By me?”
“Yeah. When I told him we were dating, he looked skeptical. Z’s had a lot of professional athletes come into his club and play around with the dancers. He said I shouldn’t trust you.”
Isaiah stilled and he met her gaze. “Do you?”
She wanted to. She really wanted to believe he was serious and not just having a little bit of fun. Expressing her doubts wouldn’t make them go away. She’d just have to wait and see what he showed her. “I think you’ve been honest with me.”
He chuckled and went back to the massage. “Not the same, but all right. I’ll take that.”
“So, what did your coach say?”
“That this is bad for the team. We don’t need this type of publicity right before the season starts. That I’m the good one and he expected more of me.”
Angela didn’t know if expecting more meant don’t have sex in a strip club or don’t get caught having sex in a strip club. No need to ask, though. The coach’s thoughts didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered were Isaiah’s feelings.
“What did you say to that?”
“I told him we’re dating. I’m not fooling around being wild and crazy with women. When I gave my agent the heads-up, he said I should get ahead of the story.”
“How?”
Isaiah soothed an extra sore spot on her foot and her eyes closed. “That feels fantastic,” she moaned.
“Anything to make my woman happy. I’m hoping to make you moan in other ways in a minute.” His expert hands slowed, traveled up her ankle and calf before he trailed his fingers down to her feet. The whisper of a caress caused a roar of sensation.
Angela squeezed her thighs together. “Finish your story before you start that.”
