Page 75 of Meet Your Match
What the fuck happened last night?
Oh my God… what the fuckhappenedlast night?
That was a mistake.
That was the hottest experience of my life.
It can never happen again.
I can’twaitfor that to happen again.
I need to talk to Livia about it.
I shouldn’t tell anyone it happened.
It was just for fun.
It was more than just a little fun.
At some point I let out a scream, stalking to the shower to scrub off the night and the memory and all the questions that paraded on the heels of it.
So what, we’d had sex. Sowhat, it had been the best sex of my life by far.
I was a professional, and he was my client, for all intents and purposes. He wasalsoa professional, and it would all be fine. We’d made an agreement that it was one time and one time only.
I only half-believed that as I made my way to his condo, feeling like I was doing the walk of shame even though I was showered and refreshed, and no one knew Vince had had my ass hanging off a weight bench while he ate my pussy last night.
I wondered if he’d smirk at me all knowingly when he saw me, if he’d tease me about the noises I’d made, or how embarrassingly wet I’d been for him.
But when Vince opened his door, he just offered me a politegood morningbefore letting me inside, and his pre-game rituals got underway. We went to the morning skate, he retired for his nap, we had fettuccini alfredo together, I posted a video mashup of him doing his pushups and turning on his closet light and calling his sister for their traditional dance.
And all the while, he didn’t say a word about the night before.
Sadly, we lost the game at home that night, ending the hot streak we’d been on. Vince had scored, but a nasty fight had broken out between the teams that seemed to tip the momentum into the hands of our New York opponents. They scored twice, back to back, leaving our fans going home as disappointed as the team was.
After that, the week just sort of… happened.
TheOne Month with Vince Tanevaccount had grown into a feeding frenzy. As soon as I posted a story, it was screenshotted or recorded and shared on other accounts,everyone thirsty for more content. My messages were so insane, there was no prayer of keeping up, and I couldn’t post a photo or video without it having thousands of likes in mere seconds.
When the account broke one-million followers, Reya and Camilla gave me a generous bonus.
And an extension.
One Month with Vince Tanevwas now justRookie Season with Vince Tanev. The Ospreys’ GM was so thrilled with how tickets were selling and all the coverage, that he wanted me there at least through the holiday season, and my bosses agreed.
It was business as usual.
I spent my days and nights with the team, almost feeling like I had always been a part of it. And though I worried it would, Vince’s demeanor didn’t change. He made his snarky little remarks and smiled in victory when he managed to make my skin heat. He tested out a few new pet names —darling, sunshine, sweetheart— all of which were shot down by a smack or glare from me.
Things weren’t weird, and he also didn’t push me, didn’t press for another night together.
Which was exactly what I had asked him for.
Sowhywas I perturbed by it?
I felt like a toy that had been wound up tightly and then bound in rubber bands. I was ready to go, all this pent-up energy crackling beneath my skin, but I was stuck, unable to release any of it.
I masturbated more in that week than I had in the last year, even going so far as to buy a toy.
