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“For what?” I question, my eyes searching his soft ones.
“For telling me.” He kisses me softly and I try to deepen it, but he pulls away. “I know talking about him isn’t easy for you, I just want you to know that I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me about him.”
I look at him bewildered. Never in my life has anyone said something like that to me. Everyone always assumes they are entitled to know what happened because my father was famous. Like that somehow makes it justified. I kiss him again, showing him just how much he means to me in this moment.
“You’re the only person, besides Mel, that’s allowed me to tell it in my own time.”
“I love you,” Josh whispers against my hair, my whole body relaxing into him.
“I love you too.”
2
Josh
There is something rewarding about seeing the sweat pour off my body as I work out at Hard Ball. Usually I spend these workouts at the stadium, working out with my trainers and teammates but right now there’s an incentive walking in front of me in tight yoga pants and a formfitting shirt that has persuaded me to stay here just a little bit longer.
“You know, it should be illegal for you to look that good all sweaty and gross…”
The second Harper’s eyes meet mine, I want nothing more than to show her just how gross and sweaty I can be, and how much I know she likes it. But before I can say anything, Henry comes out of his office, eyes me and then calls Harper back into his office. She gives me an apologetic look before I wink as she turns and walks away. My eyes follow her ass and wonder for the millionth time what it would feel like to sink deep inside the one place she’s kept from me. Before I can dwell on my fantasies, my phone buzzes from in front of me on the treadmill and when I see the text is from Harper, I can’t help the shit-eating grin that surfaces.
Harper: Stop looking at my ass.
Me: It’s a nice ass.
Harper: I know what you’re doing. The answer is still no.
I roll my eyes as I continue to walk on the treadmill, my heart rate slowing with each passing second.
Me: That’s what you think. I’ll change your mind one day.
Harper: Keep thinking that, handsome.
She sends a winking face and it’s at that moment that she steps out of Henry’s office and gives me that slight smirk that she knows drives me crazy. Just as I shut off the treadmill and step off, the front door opens, and my eyes catch the sight of the one person I never expected to see walk into this building.
TJ.
What the fuck is he doing here?
Before I can try and figure it out for myself, I watch as he makes his way into Harper’s office and shuts the door.
Oh hell no.
I take my water bottle, feeling the plastic crack beneath my fingers the closer I get to her office door. The second I touch the doorknob, I freeze, straining to hear what is being said.
“TJ, for the last time, I told you we are not interested.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at the tone of Harper’s voice and it takes everything in me to stay put and let her handle this.
“Come on, Harper…”
“It’s Miss Stevens to you, and like Henry told you last week, we are not looking for more players to sponsor, so if you could see yourself out...”
Pride wells up inside my chest at her tone, not just because it’s hot when she uses that boss lady tone, but because I love that she’s directing it to the man I am beginning to hate more and more every passing day.
“You mean the one you’re sleeping with is the only one you want to pay? Is there a clause in his contract that states he has to date you in order to get paid?”
That’s the last I can handle before I jerk the door open and witness TJ standing just a little too close to my girl. When her eyes meet mine, they’re full of fire. I give her a wink just before my fingers wrap around the back of TJ’s neck and haul him back toward the now open door.
