Page 20 of The Hooker

This is going to complicate things.

We need a plan. A plan for what happens when we get home to make sure neither of us gets in trouble. But first, we need to survive the games with South Africa, and I need to figure out if Jamie wants more with me or if it was a one-time thing.

It’s a plan. Survive the next two weeks and when we’re back in NZ, figure out how to avoid being fired and losing my licence.

Okay, so it’s not much of a plan, but it’s all I’ve got.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Jamie

The door snicks shut behind me and I tiptoe across the room to my side to dig through my bag for clothes. I need to get ready for breakfast and focus on the game we’re playing tonight.

“Where were you all night?”

I jump out of my skin and whirl to the other bed. Squinting in the dark, I can barely see Suli on the bed with his arm behind his head. He flicks the light switch and I cringe at the bright light.

“Couldn’t have said you were awake, bro, instead of scaring the shit out of me? What’s the team gonna do if I drop dead from fright?”

“Put on Nick.”

I clutch my chest. “Brutal. I’m not even cold yet and you’re putting on my sub.”

Suli shrugs. “It’s how the game works. Where were you?”

“Out.” I avoid the question and go back to finding clothes.

“With Daisy?”

I sigh and face him. Clearly I’m not escaping this conversation. “So what?”

“So, have you talked to management? You know we aren’t allowed anyone in our hotel rooms.”

“Not yet, and I realise that, but it’s Daisy and she was upset.”

“All night?”

I stay silent and stare at him. There might be issues with management if they hear I stayed in her hotel room. But that’s why no one’s going to find out. “Her dog’s sick and she misses him.”

“Like management will give a fuck about that. The married guys aren’t allowed their spouses in their rooms. You think management will like you staying in Daisy’s?”

“She’s part of the staff, so technically, it doesn’t matter. It’s like me staying in Johnny’s room instead of with you.”

“It’s completely different, and you know it. You have to talk to management.”

I fall back on the bed and dig the heels of my palms into my eyes until I see spots. “I know. I know I do. I’ll do it before we leave.” My arms drop to the bed and Suli flings the sheets away and heads to the bathroom.

“And don’t mention last night.”

The door shuts and leaves me in silence to contemplate everything. Management will be fine once we sign documents. They’ll be less fine if they find out we were switching rooms and doing bad things to each other. Especially since she’s my physio. Not exactly a good look for either of us. I groan. Suli’s right. It’ll be easier talking to them sooner rather than later, before anything else happens and they decide to find another physio and hooker. But they’ll be more lenient with me, unfortunately. They always go after the woman, especially in sports when they want to keep the player. I reach for my phone and open my email.

Time to do this the right way.

* * *

Having Daisy tape me up after I’ve seen her face thrown back in pleasure and heard the high moan she releases when she comes is torture. I have to sit still while her fingers touch my skin, in a room full of other guys getting strapped, and I can’t touch her back. Can’t brush the tiny curling strands of hair under her cap, or touch the sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks.

The sooner we get this sorted, the better.

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