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Chapter 1 - Noah
Libby Bardot is a gift from the social media algorithm gods, I think as I scroll on my phone. It’s late and the plane is dark with only the illuminated strips on the floor and a couple of dome lights for lighting. I should be sleeping too, but I can’t seem to pull myself away from rewatching videos on her profile.
I lean against the plastic panel that separates the little airplane windows and watch this gorgeous curvy woman fold and sort clothes. She’s a professional organizer but also a fucking knockout. Who knew I had a kink for watching a woman clean in a cute little polo shirt and jeans? I almost groan out loud when she bends over.
“Well hello, what’s your girl doing now?” Luka leans over slightly, looking down at my phone.
“She’s not my girl. Her name’s Libby and she’s a professional organizer.” We watch a new short start. Libby stands in the middle of a pantry and systematically starts organizing the shit out of it. I don’t know if she’s trying to be sexy but every time she bends over to slide another clear plastic bin onto a shelf her cleavage is visible.
“You need to get organized?” Luka asks with amusement. I’m a neat freak and I like to watch aesthetic cleaning videos for relaxation;Sue me,we all have random things we watch. But Luka’s my seatmate and hotel roommate. He sure as hell knows that about me and I am not in the mood for his fucking teasing tonight.
“Fuck you,” I grumble, angling my phone away so he can’t see. He laughs and nudges my arm with an elbow.
“Whatever floats your boat, man. She’s fucking hot.” I have an earbud tucked into one ear and her husky voice makes my dick twitch.
‘No matter the mess, if we work together, we can get it done.’She laughs at the camera before surveying the messy space around her. ‘I want to help you. No mess is too big.’Luka snorts next to me.
“I want to make a fucking mess she can clean up.” I flip him off and turn off the screen. Nosy asshole.
“Not very respectful, asshole.”
“Dude,” he protests, “you’re basically jacking off to a girl cleaning with all of her clothes on.” He laughs and nudges me again. His elbows are pointy as hell. “Why don’t you reach out to her? Hire her or something?”
“I don’t need someone to help me organize.”
Luka looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Noah, just make a mess. You want to meet her, right?” I shrug. Idowant to meet her, but I also don’t want to be disappointed. What if she’s not what she seems? What if she’s married? Or a fan? I frown. I am so tired of being with fans.
Luka pulls out his phone. “What was her name again? Maybe I’ll hire her.”
I flip him off and try to sink into my seat. “You better fucking not,” I say.
“Don’t worry, you know I like to share.”
I shift in my seat at the suggestion.Fuck, the thought of Libby pressed in between us is making my dick hard. Luka and I have fucked a lot of women together in our friendship and it was always fucking fantastic. I reach down and adjust myself in my sweatpants. He catches the movement and laughs.
“Dear Ms. Bardot. I’d like to work with you. I have a big mess and I just don’t know where to start,” he mocks as his thumbs move over the screen.
“Why do you make everything sound like porn?” I sigh wearily.
“Why not, man?” he chuckles. “Ohh looks like your girl is on the clock around the clock. Responding to business inquiries at eleven at night? So responsible.”
I like responsible, but I don’t say anything.
Luka’s quiet for a while. “Alright, she said she will come to your house tomorrow at one for a consultation.”
“My house?”What?I didn’t realize he was actually texting her.
“Yeah,” Luka says, smug as fuck.
“You seriously DM’d her?”
“Yeah, man. I’m basically a professional match-matcher. I can’t watch you mooning over this girl while she cleans closets for another fucking minute.” He powers off his phone and tries to settle into his seat.
I know I shouldn’t complain. Our seats are a little bigger than a commercial flight, with more legroom and better food,but it’s still a damn plane. My body hurts like hell from the game and all I want to do is be home. There’s wear in traveling. Living out of a suitcase and sleeping in a bed you didn’t pick out. This is my fifth season as a professional football player, and I know better than to be ungrateful. It doesn’t mean I don’t want my own bed after a brutal game.
“You think she’s a fan?” I ask, keeping my eyes closed. Luka sighs next to me. We’ve had this talk many times. My last girlfriend had been a fan. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed the love from fans. At first, it feels great. Who wouldn’t want to date someone or fuck someone that essentially idolizes you? But six months ago, I caught my girlfriend talking on the phone to her friend claiming she’d stopped taking birth control and was going to tamper with my condoms. It made me feel like shit. When someone idolizes you, they don’t see you as a person.
“I DM’d her from my burner account, so I guess we’ll find out.” His voice is as solemn as my thoughts.
