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Her eyes softened and for the first time that night, she rounded the table and pulled out the stool next to me. “Gunnar.” She smoothed her skirt on her legs and then grabbed my hand. “Gunnar…” Her voice trailed off.
“What is it?” The soft side of Everleigh had come out and it caught me off guard. Squeezing her hand, I searched her blue eyes.
As though sensing her vulnerability, Everleigh cleared her throat, pulled her hand from mine and stood. “The decisions about the players are nothing personal. And as long as you keep up with the way that you’re playing, you shouldn’t have to worry about anything.”
I sighed. “That’s not going to be reassuring to the other players.”
“Frankly, Gunnar, I don’t care about the other players and their giant, fragile egos. If they want to keep their spots in the lineup, they’re going to have to stay on top of their game. Full stop.”
“That’s not going to make you very popular in the dressing room.”
Everleigh laughed. “I’ve never been popular with the players, Gunnar. Being liked doesn’t get things done. But I’ll wait until the first few games of the season before making any drastic changes to the lineup. How about that?”
“I thought that you were trying the whole being nice thing.” I pointed to the cake box.
“Well, you just saw that I’m not doing a very good job at that either.”
Her gaze went to the toes of her designer shoes.
I couldn’t help myself. Hate and anger swirled with empathy, compassion, and well, lust. I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her closer to me. As I sat on the stool, she was sandwiched between my knees. “You’re a good person, Everleigh. I don’t know why you’re so scared to show it.”
“I’m…not…a good person. I’m a business person.”
Her body wasn’t touching mine, but I could still feel the heat from her body as if it were. I hadn’t gotten the answer I wanted, but I knew she wasn’t going to make any decisions that didn’t benefit the team or her family. All I had to do was keep playing well and I’d keep my spot. “Who says you can’t be both?”
My hand was still on her waist, my fingertips brushing against the zipper that ran over her toned ass. I pulled her forward until her body finally met mine, her hip bones pressing into the very inner part of my thighs. “We can’t do this,” she whispered.
“I know,” I replied. “But who’s going to know?” I gestured to the cold empty room with my hand.
“I can’t get involved with a player, Gunnar.” Her breath was hot on my cheek “We talked about this.”
“I’ll quit.” The words came out as a growl in her ear.
“You’re too good. I’d never let you,” she rasped, her breath on my cheek. “We have to keep it professional.”
With my dick rock hard and pressed against the front of her skirt, we had definitely passed being professional. “I’ve never met a woman like you, Everleigh.” Her hand moved to my neck, and the buttons of her blouse, pulled slightly apart by her breasts, were directly at my eye level. “And haven’t we already crossed the line? What’s one more step?”
I’d had my face between her smooth thighs, but I’d never been inside of her.
Her breath started to come a little faster, and the silk of her blouse rose and fell in time with it. “If anyone found out—”
I kissed her hard. She whimpered into my mouth and then her body released all its tension and she melted into me. If I wasn’t strong, I would’ve fallen off the back of the stool. But I would never let Everleigh fall. I stood, not letting my mouth part from hers, and slid my hands up the hem of her skirt, pushing it high enough that she’d be able to spread her legs when I hoisted her onto the table.
Everleigh’s fingers dug into my shoulders and she kissed my jawbone before nipping at my ear.
The room flickered and then flashed with white, but I was too involved with trying to undo the weird silk tie thing on her blouse to realize what had happened.
“Gunnar.” Everleigh pushed me away by my shoulders and her heels landed solidly on the tile floor as she hopped down from the table, shimmying her skirt back into place.
That’s when I realized that we weren’t alone. The flash of white light wasn’t a figment of my imagination. It was the overhead lights blaring down on us.
“Miss King?” called a woman’s voice from the front of the store.
Everleigh smoothed out her shirt and tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “In here.”
A pretty brunette with a wide smile walked into the room. “Oh, I see you have another cake tester.”
Her eyes moved from Everleigh to me, and a blush crept across her freckled face. She knew.
