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Her gaze falls to my chest. “No. I’ll meet with you as soon as you’re finished.”
“Come on, gorgeous.” I tilt her chin to look at me, and she sucks in a breath. “I promise I’ll only get naked if you beg for it.”
“That’s highly inappropriate, Mr. Darling.”
She has no idea…
If I leaned in, would she let me kiss her? Probably not—I’d probably get slapped—but maybe she would let me kiss her cheek when we say our goodbyes after our date tonight. I resist the urge to taste her, guiding her inside by the small of her back before she can protest.
“All right, Doc. Time to make me good as new.”
Dr. Ramirez glances between me and Elle. Then her eyes fall to where I’m still touching Elle. Doc cocks an eyebrow, and I pull my hand away quickly.
“Doc, this is Elle Davis, one of our media coordinators. She’s here to go over talking points while you do what you do best.”
“I know who she is—and as of today she’s our mediadirector.” She purses her lips, but they quickly morph into a smile as she asks Elle, “Keeping him out of trouble?”
“Always,” Elle chuckles and takes a step away from me. I immediately miss her in my space. “Do whatever you needto, I just need to be sure he has talking points before meeting with the press.”
Doc pins with me with a glare. “I could’ve been checking for muscle tears and potential internal bleeding, or even just patching you up. But your ego kept you on the field. On the table now, Darling, or I’ll be bringing in Luisa.”
“No, you wouldn’t!” I gasp, but fail to hide my smirk. She’s an extraordinary massage therapist, but you’ll be left sore for a week, and I have a very important date with a feisty blonde tonight.
“Oh, I would,” she chuckles darkly. I do as she asks for her to examine my ribs and shoulder. “What’s your pain level?”
“Seven.” I glance over at Elle. “Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’ll tell the press it’s a three.”
Elle goes over a few key points she wants me to touch on—mostly praising Kingston but assuring everyone I’ll be starting next Sunday. Doc does a thorough exam, and there are no broken bones. I’ll have bruising for the next week or two, but nothing I can’t handle.
I slip on a Cougars tee, and as Elle and I walk out, she insists, “Don’t change into your suit. The tee makes you more relatable to the fans at home.”
“You just like my arms. It’s okay, you can touch them.”
“Gah, you’re impossible. I’ll see you in a few. Please be on your best behavior today.” Elle’s pace picks up, unable to get away from me fast enough.
“I always am,” I call after her, but she doesn’t turn around. “And congrats on your promotion!” Her hips sway with each step, and my cock throbs at the thought of my hands on her perfect round ass. I really should’ve jerked off this morning—the rest of the night is going to be torture.
CHAPTER 4
ELLE
Will’s words from the gala ring in my ears as I pull up to the steakhouse: “Wear that black dress you wore to the Christmas party. It’ll drive him crazy.”
Did it drivehimcrazy?
It’s nothing special—just a versatile halter dress that hugs my curves. It’s perfect to add a few accessories to make it fancy for a dinner party or casual for a first date. Still, I can’t help wondering if it’ll make my date as feral as Will suggested.
I exit the taxi and make my way to the bar. My date is supposed to be wearing a navy blazer and a white collared shirt, but there are no less than six men here who fit Bill’s description. I slide onto the stool next to one of them, and as I’m about to ask if he’s my date, he lifts his hand to get the attention of the bartender, flashing a gold wedding band. My mouth clamps shut, and an all too familiar cologne envelops me.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
My breath catches and I command the butterflies in my stomach to calm the hell down. I glance over my shoulder to find Will’s sinfully beautiful chocolate-brown eyes dancing with mischief.
Navy blazer.
White collared shirt.
No. It can’t be. It has to be a coincidence.
