Page 13 of Gentleman's Anger
“Oh, shite. Is this wrong. Forbidden?”
“God, why did you have to say it like that?” he asks, pulling the covers off of me. I’m just wearing a t-shirt of his. I have no clothes here. I start to get up, but he stops me by climbing on top of me.
“I need you, Patience,” he says, kissing me. Morning breath and all, he can kiss me whenever he likes.
“You have me,” I tell him, spreading my legs open for him. He reaches between us and guides his hard cock into me. I’m a little sore, but it doesn’t matter. I want him.
I can be a little late. They really can’t start without me.
I throw on his t-shirt and a giant pair of his shorts, so we can leave. At the last minute he also gives me a Lions hat since I don’t have any sunglasses. As he lives so close to the stadium I decide against going all the way home. We stop at the closest store which happens to be a Gap and I buy the jeans and a t-shirt. I put it all on in the store and wear it out. My Birkenstocks complete and his hat complete the look. We walk the rest of the way to the stadium hand in hand. The conference room is on the back side of the stadium in the administrative offices. The rest of the team is already gathered.
“I apologize for my tardiness. It… could not be avoided.”
“Right,” Jimmy says, almost making me giggle. I’m already not being professional. Can’t add giggling like a little girl to the mix.
“No problem, Miss Winters,” Jake Glass, the team owner says. His assistant, Kelly, is hovering nearby. She is the one initiated all the video calls between Jake and I when I was onboarding. She looks at Jake like he’s a god and I finally get it. I wave at her, and she returns the wave and a smile, but her eyes go right back to Jake. I wonder if he knows how much Kelly loves him. Someone should help them along with that. I make a mental note to do so in the future. Now is not the time.
“Patience, please.”
“Very well. Patience has purchased a stake in the team. She has infused the needed funds for our marketing division. She’ll have every right of an owner, including seats in the owner’s box and tickets for all of our matches. Patience?” he asks. I finally let go of Logan’s hand and make my way to the front of the room, but Logan is right behind me. I stop and turn to face him.
“Milord?” I whisper, quirking my eyebrow at him. I love calling him that, and he doesn’t seem to mind it one little bit.
“Yeah, love?” Again with the love. I know my eyes widened, but thankfully he doesn’t say anything.
“I got this. Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll be done in a few minutes.”
“Oh, right. Okay,” he says dropping into the first empty chair he can find. I continue to the front of the room.
“Again, I’m sorry for being late. I know you are busy gentlemen. So, I am Patience Winters and I have been a fan of the Lions since I was a little girl. Whenever I wasn’t working, my dads would take me to matches.” I surprised myself by saying that for the first time. “Then we get fish and chips from the chippy down the street and eat them out of the newspaper on the way home. Those days are some of my fondest memories. When the investment opportunity came up, I jumped on it. I don’t anticipate my being a 1% owner will do anything crazy, but if the press finds out you might have some questions come up. You don’t have to answer them, but of course you can if you choose to. Are there any questions? I’m not sure how to wrap this up so that seems like a good place.”
“Will you have dinner with me tonight?”
“No, she won’t,” Logan says standing up.
“Logan, thank you. I’m sorry. I have plans.”
“With the Yank?”
“Yes,” I reply, smiling at the same time Logan says, “she’s my fiancée, so back off.”
My head swings to him so fast I almost give myself whiplash. There is a not so quiet buzz of people talking.
“Well, that concludes the meeting,” Jake says. “Congrats on making the semi-finals, gents. Don’t forget practice tomorrow is at nine, not eight. Coach Potter has an appointment.”
The room clears out and Logan and I are left standing and staring at each other.
“What the bloody hell was that?” I ask. Both excited and concerned. I can’t help the myriad of emotions I feel when I am near him.
“What? It’s inevitable. You know that,” he says, stalking toward me, slowly. Like he thinks I’ll run, and I very much feel like I am his prey, and I don’t hate it.
“Do I?”
“I thought I made myself clear last night.”
“Did you?” I ask as he reaches me, pulling me close to him after snaking an arm around my waist.
“Don’t fuck with me, duchess. You gave yourself to me last night. That wasn’t just one fucking night. It was all the goddamn nights.” I swallow thickly.
