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That’s what she thinks. I have another idea.
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BRIANNA
As we walk off the court, I ask, “Do you still have your sponsor’s event tonight?”
“I do. We’ll handle some business, and then they want me to pose for photos.”
“Is there any chance I could tag along? I’m not familiar with how to deal with sponsors and would love to observe.”
“Absolutely.”
That was easier than expected. I’ll let Stephen and Adrian know I’ve secured the invitation. Secretly, I wanted to spend the evening with Blake anyway.
“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not. They’d probably pay me to bring royalty to their party.” I laugh.
“You’re going to think I’m kidding, but sometimes I forget about my title when I’m playing tennis.”
“When I’m in the zone, I forget things too.”
“By the way, I assumed your sponsor’s event is a party. Why would you be doing business at a social event? What’s that all about?”
“It is a party, but I also need to deliver some stuff they want. It’s what Noah and Josh were talking about at dinner the othernight. That part shouldn’t take long. Afterward, we can have dinner together. How does that sound?”
“Perfect. I have time to shower and change in the locker room. Can you meet me outside there when you’re ready?”
“Not so fast. We have another stop to make first,” he whispers into my ear.
I shudder as his warm breath tickles my neck.
“What are you talking about?”
“Follow me.”
With a gentle hand on my back, he guides me through the underground tunnels. We stop when we reach the training areas, and he looks around. At this time of day, it’s not too busy.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s clear, come on,” he says, as he urges me into one of the private massage rooms.
The room is stark. The walls are white. The floor is white. There’s a counter with supplies along one wall, a chair in the corner, and a basket for used towels and linens. Everything is white, except the massage table in the middle of the room. In sharp contrast to the rest of the room, the table is black with metal legs.
“Did you clear this detour with Erin?” I ask.
He nods and drops his bag on the floor. Taking mine off my shoulder, he drops it near his.
Putting his arms around me, he pulls me toward him, pressing his lips against mine.
I melt into him, moaning at the chills he sends down my spine.
As he pulls away, he says, “Do you know how hot it was to watch you win that last point? All I could think about was getting you alone to celebrate.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
