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“So, what would you like to do for this afternoon? I’m really sorry, I don’t have a lot of time before I need to head back to the stadium for tonight’s college game. We take turns in attending and giving pep talks. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night and take you out for dinner anywhere you would like. But we have a few hours this afternoon that I can show you around.”
“Thanks, but I could use a quiet afternoon. It’s kind of been a big few days. I think I’ll just go and lie down and read a book if that’s okay with you.” I can tell that mentally she is done and needs a break from me.
“Sure, we have plenty of time while you’re here to sightsee and let you see my world.” Oh, how I really want you to see my world and choose to stay. It’s not as scary as you think it is.
“What time do you have to leave?” she asks, standing from her stool and leaning her hand on the countertop.
“I have a car picking me up at five and I should be back no later than ten, I hope. I wish you would come to watch, I can get you into the team box. The kids are really talented.”
“With all the other team wives and girlfriends? No, thanks. I’ll watch from home. Maybe the next game where you’re actually playing, I can get a seat in the stands like the common people.” Her grin is lopsided and not a real smile.
“You are far from common, Nat.” It hurts me that she even thinks that way.
“You know what I mean. Anyway, I’ll be comfortable here on the couch in my grubby gym clothes.”
How I want to spoil her and give her the world, but she is still just out of my reach.
“I can order something in for you for dinner if you like?”
“I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl and I’m sure I can rustle up something here in the kitchen. If all else fails, I have enough leftover sushi to feed your team.” She puts her hand loosely on my shoulder. “But thank you anyway.” She looks exhausted. “I think my bed is calling me. You know where I’ll be if you need me.”
Oh, I need you alright, but that will have to wait.
Watching her walk up the stairs, I enjoy the view of her tight little ass. Soon I’ll be claiming that and listening as she’s screaming my name.
I can’t fucking wait.
* * *
Sitting down in my office to answer emails and pay some bills, I see the few transactions that Nat made yesterday. Three of them are like I expected. Jim’s Sports Supplies, Topflight Athletic Equipment, and The Expert Resistance Bands. But the fourth one has me smiling way more than it should and my body reacts to just the name. I wonder if she realized she used my card instead of hers for this sneaky purchase.
My mind is going crazy thinking of all the possibilities of what she bought to use for our workout sessions, from the Devil’s Naughty Pleasure Warehouse. Oh yeah, I’m really going to love these pieces of training equipment. I think I’ll keep this little discovery to myself for a while. But I can’t help myself, and before I log off the computer, I’m Googling the place, and oh, what a nice selection they have to view. I spend way too much time checking it out, more than I should have, and I’m lucky that Nat doesn’t walk in on me. I definitely can’t wait for this delivery to arrive.
I haven’t seen Nat since she went up for her rest this afternoon, but it’s time for me to go. I straighten out my shirt sleeves from under the suit jacket. It’s part of the uniform to turn up in our suits. I don’t know when that tradition started in sports, but it has never left.
Checking my cuff links and doing a once-over in my mirror, I decide I’m good to go. This is the part of the career that I find hard. The meet-and-greets at the gate and after the game. People want to meet you, but they aren’t always interested in knowing you. It’s the photo opportunity to brag to their friends on social media. Which I totally understand. When I was growing up, there were players that I would have died to have a photo with or an autograph. But I would have been too nervous to even talk to them. Now I’m here in this position and I think back to how crazy that was. They were just normal people like I am, looking for an interesting conversation and getting to know people. Problem is, there are plenty of players who think they are above this and they treat people like they are lower than them. Hence the reputation we all get as being the same arrogant stars.
Walking across the hallway, I give a gentle knock on Nat’s door, but there’s no reply. Perhaps she’s sleeping. Slowly opening the door to peek through, the room’s empty, but I can hear the noise of the shower. Her bed is all wrinkled where she has been lying and her e-reader has been tossed to the side next to her pillow.
She hasn’t bothered unpacking yet, which gives me a stab in the chest, because she is obviously still thinking of running if this gets too hard. Walking into the room, I contemplate knocking and calling through the door that I’m leaving, but I think better of it. I’ll just message her phone and she’ll get it when she hops out.
Turning to leave, I glance back at the bag near the bed. Stopping above it and peering in, I see something that takes me back ten years to the best night of my life. That damn blanket from my truck that she still had in the closet in her apartment. But why is she carrying it with her? Does she want to give it back to me, so she doesn’t have to look at it any longer? Or is it actually something she uses for comfort? I wish I knew.
Not even touching the bag, the other thing I can see is my college jersey that I sent her. I only ever saw her wear once. Yet ten years later and she’s carrying this with her too. Later I’m going to ask her about these. When the time is right.
Leaving the room exactly as I found it, I sneak back out and send her a text message as I’m heading downstairs. As soon as it’s sent, the alert that my car is downstairs comes and a reply from Nat that she is just getting out of the shower and will see me later, assuring me she will be fine.
Don’t think about her wet and naked, don’t think about it at all. Jock straps, hairy men in the locker room, old sweatshirts, sprint training. Yep, all the things that are gross. Keep thinking of them.
Settling myself in the backseat of the town car, I message Sasha.
Jordan:Hun, we need to talk tonight. Got a few things we need to discuss.
Sasha:Okay, yeah, I have a couple of things I want to run past you too.
Jordan:Great, I’m on my way to the college game we’re hosting. Is tonight just the same celebrity shit but different venue for you?
Sasha:Tell me about it, I do get over it. Drives a woman to glasses of bubbles.
