My heart had, and always would, belong to Lowe.
I picked up the shampoo from the shelf while I thought about how to respond, but she wasn’t done, although her tone softened back to the one she’d used before Abigail arrived.
“I just mean, let’s take the time to figure out what it is before anyone else weighs in.”
I looked down, wiping my eyes dry as her arms snaked round my neck.
My dick woke up the second her breasts touched my chest.
“I like you Penn, a lot. I wasn’t lying last night when I said I feel something for you. That I feel something’s happening between us.”
I moved so we were both under my shower head, pulling her flush against me while trying to ignore my dick who was trying his hardest to make sure he wasn’t ignored.
I was in two minds to tell her the truth, tell her how I felt and had always felt about her.
Tell her my heart beat only for her.
Instead, I touched my lips to hers, allowing them to linger for a second and relish in her softness. “I know, me too. We can take the time to figure it out.”
“Thank you.”
I smiled down at her. “What you got on for me today, Mrs. Michaelson?”
“I’m going to see the graphics guys I work with at lunchtime. I’m going to brief them to mock-up some of my ideas so I can formally present them to you with the rest of my plans oncethey’re done. And you have an important meeting with the club board.”
“I do, but I still have a little time; it’s not until this afternoon.” My soapy hands slipped over her juicy ass, her breath catching as they moved across her hips and found their home once more inside her silky warmth.
Chapter 54
“Hi, Gramps.” I hugged my grandfather after he got out of his car.
We were standing outside the executive entrance to The New York Lions where we were expected inside imminently. In the time since I’d spoken to my grandfather last night, he’d done what he did best - rallied his troops and got shit sorted. Trenton Furst was no longer the General Manager, and I was about to meet my new staff.
“Hello, my boy. How are you?”
“Excellent,” I grinned. And I was. Absolutely fucking excellent. I hadn’t had a wink of sleep, and yet I’d never felt more alive.
“Glad to hear it.” He gently patted my cheek. “Time for you to lead now.”
“Yes, sir.”
He put his arm round my shoulders, leading me to the entrance when the door opened and Franklin Maypole walked out to greet us. I’d only ever seen the man on television; he was much smaller in person, and frankly, he looked kind of mean. His pinched nose was screwed up in the way that gave the impression something rancid was wafting through the air, with ruddy cheeks more thread-veined than pink, and a mouth setin a hard line. He thrust his hand out to my grandfather as he neared him, but totally ignored me.
“Lucian, good to see you. Everyone’s waiting.”
“Good,” my grandfather said as he shook Maypole’s hand. “Have you met my grandson, Penn?”
“No.” He turned to me, his hand outstretched. “Hope you know what you’re taking on, son. You’ve got your work cut out for you now, especially after last night’s game. I’m getting rid of this place at the right time.”
I barely stopped myself from scowling; suddenly brimming with annoyance at his ignorance to what an incredible opportunity he’d had to make something great, yet he’d fucked it all up instead. I vowed that was never going to be the way I ran this club.
“I think I’ll manage.”
“Hmmm.” He stared at me for second then turned back to my grandfather. “Ready to get this over with?”
“Lead the way.”
“Gramps, you go ahead. Murray and Beulah are nearly here, so I’ll wait for them.”
