Page 34 of Mile High Coach

“We’re already winning,” I say, swinging my arm out in the general direction of the rink, thinking about our winning streak, what the guy at the coffee shop said this morning. “I don’tthink our competitive advantage is going to be our guys missing training.”

“Why do you think you’re winning?” she challenges, and I realize she’s stepped closer, close enough that she’s in my space now.

When my eyes dart to the conference table to the left, her eyes follow it, and I know we’re thinking the same thing. Me picking her up, settling between her legs there, taking her in a new way.

But this isn’t like our offices—the conference room is one long line of windows, open to the hallway beyond. A frustration rises in the bottom of my throat, and I push away the lust inside me again.

“Because I’m a damn good coach,” I return, “and because the guys have been working hard as hell for this.”

“Sure,” Lovie returns. “A multi-variable equation. One of those variables is me.”

We’re close enough now that I could tip my chin and take her mouth with mine. Our gazes lock and hold, and I dare her to be the one to move, to back down.

“Hey, are you—” a voice sounds from the doorway, interrupting us.

Lovie springs back from me suddenly, dropping her tablet on the floor as she goes, and I turn to see Jared fucking Davis standing in the doorway, his little eyes darting between Lovie and me. When she straightens up with her things, his eyes dip to her chest, and I feel my fists clench at my sides.

“Hey, Lovie,” he says, still giving me a suspicious look. “Did you have a chance to look at that thing I sent over?”

“Oh,” she breathes, nodding and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yes—just give me a second to finish up here.”

Jared looks like he wants to say something else, but he just nods, then pauses before shutting the door, his eyes skipping to me again, “I’ll just wait for you in your office.”

When the door shuts, Lovie turns to me, her eyes wide. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” I ask, unable to keep the smirk from rising. “We weren’t doing anything.”

She flushes. “But we have. It’s not smart to do it at work. We need to find somewhere else…for the sessions.”

There’s that word again.

“Why don’t you come to my place?”

I’ve never been known for holding my tongue. First, suggesting this thing to begin with, and now inviting her over to my place even though she’s made it perfectly clear she wants no strings attached.

A beat passes, and I expect her to turn me down. Hell, she could suggest a hotel, and I’d pay for the damn thing every night of the week.

Instead, she just nods, gazing far away as she sucks in a breath. “Okay. After the away game? Wednesday?”

I blink, watching as her gaze refocuses and finds me.

“Yeah, sure.” Lovie gathers herself and moves for the door, and I watch her, feeling strangely like I’ve lost a point with this face-off. “Wednesday.”

Chapter 15

Lovie

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

The moment I get the text with his address, I can’t help but say my reaction out loud. Because his apartment is the exact same building as mine, just several floors up. For months—nearly four of them now—I’ve been living below him this entire time without knowing.

I step onto the elevator, holding the package in my hands, listening to the cellophane crinkle when I pass it back and forth.

For nearly an hour, I debated on what to wear to his place. On one hand, it’s not like I had to take an Uber over there, and I thought it might just be low-key to wear the sweats and T-shirt I had on.

But on the other hand, something tugged at me to look a little nicer.

Probably because this is only going to work if Harrison feels the drive to have sex. I should at least put some effort into being appealing.

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