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“What’s it like working with one of the world’s sexiest men?”
Andddddd it was the Hindenburg all over again. Crashing and burning, and then crashing and burning once more.
I blinked at her. “You meant Coach Kulti?” It wasn’t like most women would find Gardner attractive; he was, at least in my opinion, just in an unconventional way. I liked his graying hair, his face was classic, he was in good shape, and he had a perfectly round booty.
But…
Clarissa Owens let out a really feminine laugh. “Oh you know who I’m talking about, silly. Reiner Kulti. What’s it like to being coached by one of the sexiest athletes in the world?”
It took everything inside of me not to look up at the sky and ask for divine intervention. My mouth opened and closed multiple times, like it was trying to make words magically appear in the place of complete silence. “Umm… well. He’s our assistant coach and he was one of the greatest players in our sport, so that’s pretty exciting.”
“I’m sure,” she said. “Tell us, does he wear boxers or briefs?”
How the hell was I supposed to know? Instead I said, “I… have no idea, but I hope he has something on under his uniform.”
“What kind of interests does he have?”
“The only thing he’s interested in is winning, I think.”
Ms. Owens gave me an exasperated look. “Is he single?”
I blinked at her some more and finally looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was fucking with me. When I looked back at her, I blinked again. “Is this a joke?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
It took a moment before I managed to get myself together. “Kulti is my coach. He’s the best soccer player to ever play in Houston, in Texas more than likely, and we’re unbelievably lucky to have him here—“ even if he didn’t do anything, but why kill the illusion? “I respect him and so does the rest of the team because he’s a great athlete. His personal life is his business and I have no idea what he does when he’s not here, I’m sorry.”
“Oh. Okay… Can you tell me anything else about him that you think the public doesn’t know?”
That he was just as much of a bastard as he’d been made out to be? Or that he occasionally drank too much at bars and had to be picked up, without ever issuing a thank you in exchange? I made sure none of those ideas crossed my face as I shrugged at the woman who really was just doing her job. It wasn’t her fault that people really would want to know things like that.
“I’m sorry. I really don’t. I saw him wearing purple socks one day. That’s as much as I know,” I offered her the miserable piece of knowledge. He’d been wearing royal purple socks, that was a fact.
She gave me a look that said that wasn’t what she was looking for, but realized that was as good as she was getting from me. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t know that most of us were unable to give her any juicy gossip. No one knew anything about the German, except maybe Grace.Maybe.She was the only one on the team he seemed to ever speak to, but Grace was too professional to ever spill the beans anyway.
We quickly said goodbye to each other and went our own way.
But I couldn’t shake off the annoyance at being asked stuff like that. More than likely, I just couldn’t shake off the fact that they were questions about such a fucking asshole.
I will make you regret it.
Okay, Scarface. Cheese and fucking crackers. Jeez.
I had to tamp down the inner scream that went on inside of me.
Did he have any idea what he’d meant to me when I was younger? Of course he didn’t. But that was beside the point. I was where I was because I thought he hung the moon when I was a kid. Because I thought he was the greatest player ever and I wanted to be him—okay, and be with him, but whatever. I used to get into arguments with people who talked badly about him.
That’s what it was like. Even now, I defended his skills like an objective unbiased player because you couldn’t argue the statistics. He had been amazing and there was nothing emotional behind that statement.
He’d been an incredible player above the layer of assholery he wrapped himself in.
Freaking jackass.
“How’d that go?” Jenny asked with a smile when I sat down next to her.
