Page 20 of Strictly Yours

“Where are we going?”

“First, to a clothing store to get you out of that suit,” she says, looking me up and down, and taking her sweet time with it. “Although, we’re not going to throw this one in the garbage. That would be a crime against masculine hotness. After we get you into some normal civilian clothes, we’re going to a Yankees game.”

I raise my eyebrows, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face. “I’ve never been to Yankee Stadium.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “Of course you haven’t, but that changes today.”

My girl grabs my hand and pulls me to the door. I don’t fight her one little bit.

Two hours later, I’m in shorts, running shoes, and a Yankees T-shirt, and we’re sitting in the best private box the stadium has to offer. I pulled a favor with one of my rich contacts to get it.

But Amber, looking sexy as hell in her new Yankees hat, is not impressed.

“This is not what I had in mind,” she whispers as she looks around the box at all of the other businessmen and women in suits.

“This is the best private box in all of baseball!”

“It’s boring,” she says with her shoulders slumped. “I want to go to the cheap seats where people know how to have fun.”

I can’t say no to her.

So, we take off and sneak into the bleachers. We grab big beers from the guy selling them in the stands and slip into some empty seats surrounded by Yankees fans of all ages and types. The Yankees pitcher strikes out a batter when we sit down and Amber gives the kid behind her a high-five.

“This is more like it,” she says, her eyes alive with excitement as she scans the crowd. I’m only looking at her. She’s fucking perfect. I can’t take my eyes off her.

I thought she looked good with her brown hair loose, but that Yankees hat is really doing something for me. This girl is irresistible.

I watch her lips touch the plastic glass as she takes a sip of beer and I groan, picturing those lips wrapping around my hard cock. God, the things I would do to that mouth…

“So, what was your meeting about?”

“Huh?” I say, getting yanked out of my dirty thoughts.

“Cassandra said you were in a meeting,” she continues. The pitcher throws a strike and Amber high-fives the girl beside her. “Was it about world domination? Which continent is Strickland Innovations Group going to take over first?”

“It was about a program we’ve been developing, but it’s been an epic failure.”

I tell her a little bit about it, trying to keep it easily digestible.

“So, no one likes poor Eva?” she says with her bottom lip puffed out. “Do you have her on your phone? Let me see her.”

I pull up the interactive avatar and hand the phone over.

“Hi Eva,” she says in a cheery voice. “I’m having trouble with my grumpy boss. He keeps yelling at me about spreadsheets.”

“Here are three efficient ways to handle spreadsheets in an appropriate manner,” Eva’s robotic voice spits out. She continues droning on, speaking corporate jargon that I can tell is going over Amber’s head.

“Yeah,” Amber says with a laugh as she hands the phone back. “I can see why no one uses it. Eva sucks.”

“She’s efficient and can help increase productivity if people use her properly,” I say defensively.

“But they’re not using her,” she says like it’s so painfully obvious. “Because she’s boring. Companies are filled with normal people. Normal people like to have fun. Even at work. Make her fun and people will use her.”

There’s a loud crack and the entire section around us jumps up to their feet.

“It’s coming!” Amber says, grabbing my arm and pulling me up.

My heart starts racing as I stand up and look into the air. The baseball comes plunging down and I reach up to grab it. I’m taller than everyone around me, so I have an advantage. I knock the guy in front of me down, spilling his beer, but I catch it. The ball smacks into my palm and I wrap my fingers around it, pulling it into my chest as everyone cheers.

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