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“Is that a threat, Coach?”
I was stunned silent, her voice bringing back memories of that night I thought about more often than I should have. “Apple?”
Her eyes widened, shocked at the name I used and probably equally shocked I recognized her so immediately.Like I could ever forget that mouth.
“Watch how you talk to me, Coach. We are all being watched. You wouldn’t want to have to deal with more shit than you can handle.”
Her teeth were clenched as she spoke, her lips barely moving. She was well aware that cameras were everywhere, but I seemed to have forgotten because I reached out to touch her on instinct and that was a big problem.
“Don’t touch me, either. You better get yourself in check, now.”
She turned and waved to the head official that I wasn’t challenging the call and the game moved forward. If it hadn't been for the guys celebrating around me, I wouldn’t have even known we had won. I was too stunned to make any calls or decisions after locking eyes with Apple.
Or whatever her real name was.
Ms. Wright.
After shaking hands with the other coach, I ran from the field as if I had a meeting I was about to miss and hid in my office until someone came to force me to speak to the media.
Apple was there. She was the new referee. She was the one I was going to have to be standing behind all year and trying not to throw my clipboard at.
After I met with the media, I had started pacing my office again. I had locked the door so no one would bother me, completely unable to get my head out of whatever the hell was happening.
Did she know who I was when we met?
Did she sleep with me thinking it would help her get the job?
Did she not realize I had no say so in the matter?
Did she realize the shit she had gotten herself into?
I grabbed my jacket and headed to the parking lot after I was sure everyone else had left. I was headed back to my shower, back to the ten minutes I had in total peace. But I was not going to think about New York.
Fuck no.
It was wrong on so many levels to be jerking my dick to the image of the new referee on her knees in front of me.
“Fuck.” I yelled into the parking garage, letting the word echo to remind me how fucked up it all was.
I stomped like a kid having a tantrum and I wasn’t even sure what my main issue was. Was I mad she lied to me? Was I mad she was going to distract me all season? Was I mad there was going to be an awkward aura around us and make my life hell? Was this all a plan from the league?
I wasn’t completely sure, but I wasn’t in the right headspace to be dealing with it either. So, when I turned the corner to where I parked my car, and saw Ms. Wright unlocking her own car, it was all I could do to stop walking and back away.
I didn’t make it far, though, as she looked up and saw me. Her eyes widened, much like they had on the field earlier and I could no longer walk backward. The anger and mixed emotions coursing through me were all leading me straight to her.
She closed her car door without getting in, and crossed her arms, readying herself for the fight she knew we were about to have. I gave her credit, she looked like a formidable opponent as she cocked her head to the side and waited for me to get closer.
“What the fuck?” was all I could say. It was the only thing I could think of to start the conversation.
“Honestly, Coach, this hasn’t been fun for me either.”
“You trying to tell me you planned all this?”
She uncrossed her arms and stood taller. She was no longer in her uniform, instead she was in tight jeans and a black top that wrapped around her body and dipped low over the top of her tits. Her hair was wet and put up into a messy twist on her head.
“You are not implying that I spent the night with you knowing this would happen, are you?”
“You think I could help you out? Sleep your way to the sideline?”
