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With every word, my grin widens. This is exactly what I wanted.
I hear the toilet flush, the water run, then the door opens a few moments later. The light flips off. “Noah?”
“In here. I’ve got something for you.”
“If it’s another erection, it’s going to have to wait. Every part of me feels wrung out and I need sleep. Don’t even think about waking me up for hanky-panky tonight.”
I can’t promise her I won’t.
“No erection.” Yet. “Just the contract and nondisclosure agreement from my attorney.”
“That was fast.”
I pay him to be. “It’s great, right? We can get started as soon as you sign.”
When Harlow holds out her hand, I slide the pages and a pen into her grip. It’s late, and I’m hoping she doesn’t tell me that she’ll read it in the morning. I will sleep so much better tonight knowing that she’s signed, sealed, delivered—and all mine for the summer.
Pushing a mass of dark hair away from her face and over one shoulder, she cocks her head and scans the document. I can’t think of a single woman who would stand there stark naked under the harsh LED lights of my office and focus her brain on business. Many wouldn’t have the confidence to make themselves so bare in front of a lover unless they shimmied or crooked a finger to entice him or just got dressed altogether. Harlow merely seems to accept her nudity as yet another state of being that’s neither good nor bad. It just is.
She flips the page over and reads the rest, then scans the accompanying NDA. “This is generous pay.”
Sex is one thing, but business is another. I switch gears…but I can only do it by focusing on her face. If I look at her tits, I’ll be a goner. “I doubt unraveling my speech problems will be easy. Late nights, odd hours, and dealing with me when I’m grouchy won’t be a breeze. But my second career worth millions is on the line. Being a successful broadcaster will continue to feed my endorsement deals, too. I think it’s fair to compensate you appropriately.”
“The term of the agreement is through Labor Day?”
I nod. “That gets me through the end of preseason, more or less. If we need to extend, we’ll renegotiate. But I plan to work hard so that I’m broadcast ready by then.”
Harlow nods in acknowledgement. “I have no problem not talking about our professional interaction without your consent. I wouldn’t, anyway. Practitioner-patient confidentiality is paramount to me.”
“Later, if we’re successful, you can tell everyone. I will be. I’ve been thinking about other guys in the league who may be affected and not speaking out. Someone’s got to break the silence.” I shrug. “Why not me? Maybe others will come forward and get help if they feel like there’s hope.”
She smiles. “That’s noble. A lot of jocks wouldn’t want anyone to ever know. They don’t want to admit they’re less than perfect.”
“If disregarding my ego can help some of the others find their voice, it’s a small price. And it’s not always that players don’t speak out. Some are just drowned out. By the teams and their owners. And by the league itself, which has been slow to admit the connection between repeated hits to the head and long-term impact on players’ faculties. If I open the door for a discussion so some of these other guys can be heard and get help, then it’s a bonus.”
Without hesitating, she signs the forms, then sets the pen down and saunters in my direction, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Done. You know, you’re so good in bed that it’s not fair to actually make me like you, too.”
“It’s not a bad thing. I mean, I like you. And I like spending time with you. I’m glad we’ll be spending more together. And maybe…we’ll figure out there’s more going on here than a fling.”
For a moment, she freezes. Then she tsks at me and gives me a flirty shake of her head. “And ruin this great sexfest we have going? Why would we do that?”
As she walks away, her laugh seems almost nervous.
It’s hard not to notice that every time I bring up romance or relationship, she damn near runs in the opposite direction. But she wants children, and I don’t see her impersonally going to a sperm bank to conceive. Even more, I don’t think she would have let me take her without protection if she didn’t feelsomethingfor me. Or is she simply trying to get pregnant, even unconsciously? Doubtful, but I think what’s between us is way bigger than she’s ready to admit.
Sometimes Harlow is a walking dichotomy. And maybe the way to her heart is simply through her pussy. I don’t know yet, but I’m going to figure her out.
* * *
My phone ringing three hours later startles me from a deep sleep. I sit straight up in bed and grab the damn thing. Harlow was resting fitfully after I rolled over and turned out the lights. I don’t want to wake her now.
As I hit the button to answer the call, I look over to see if she’s still asleep.
The woman is gone. The sheets on her side of the bed are cold.
What the fuck?
Shoving the covers aside and climbing to my feet, I glance at the display on my phone. It’s my agent in New York. I growl as I press the phone to my ear. “Cliff, do you know what fucking time it is in Hawaii?”
