Straight to the point, no bullshitting. Hot, smart, and bold - I already like her. And the way my cock is twitching inside my pants tells me I’m liking her more than I should.
“Then you’re talking my language. I’m all about winning, Julianna.”
“Are you, Ethan?”
“Oh, you bet I am,” I say, leaning forwards as I say it. Her eyes never leave mine as I do it, a mischievous grin on her lips. “And I’ll prove it.”
“In the field, I hope,” she replies with a smirk. What does she mean by that? Oh, I can prove it somewhere else too, if that’s what she means. And, somehow, I know that it’s exactly what she means. She’s got some sass. Julianna continues, “But as you know, I can only keep one of you - either you or Colt will be leaving the team at the end of the season.”
“Then, that’ll be Colt,” I say without a trace of hesitation. “I’m not going anywhere if you care about the team.”
“You know, from my conversation with him, I’d say he’s quite confident about his chances,” she pauses for a full second before continuing. “Inside the field, I mean.” The way she says it makes it plain as day that Colt not only intends to dazzle her inside the field, but between the sheets as well.
I shouldn’t care about that - I seldom do - but this time it’s A goddamn different party. No way in hell am I going to stand by while Colt beds a woman like Julianna. No fucking way.
That arrogant bastard thinks he’s the best thing on Earth since sliced bread. A part of me is actually glad we’re both fighting for a spot on the team - this way I’m going to prove him, once and for all, who is the real winner.
“Colt’s confident about everything. He’ll tell you he can pilot the Space Shuttle if you ask him” I say with a shrug. “Doesn’t mean he’s right.”
“I will be the judge of that, not you,” she says firmly, ice behind her eyes. This one doesn’t fuck around. No wonder - she’s a woman, and she’s quite young for an NFL owner. If she was soft, she’d be devoured and spit out in a heartbeat. This is a good omen - the last thing I need is an owner unable to man up take charge of their own team.
“Then why did you call me up here?” I ask.
“I wanted to see you with my own eyes,” she pauses for a second, her eyes looking me up and down, making my cock twitch with eagerness. “I wanted to know what all the fuss was about with you two. You guys have an attitude, and that attitude is now my problem all of a fucking sudden,” she says, leaning into me with a menacing look. I have to exert all of my mental strength to stop myself from looking at her cleavage. If I don’t control myself, I’m going to be sporting a major hard-on pretty soon.
“It sure is,” I almost growl. “Colt’s a mess, and he’ll cause mayhem here.”
“I don’t care. If any of you causes me any trouble, you’ll both be in deep shit,” she says. “I’ll cut your balls off so quick your voice will go completely squeaky.”
I simply shrug. I don’t care about any of this politicking - it simply isn’t in my job description. I came to New York to crush everyone and everything on the field, and that’s what I’m going to do. Screw all the rest.
“If that’s all, I’ll be on my way,” I say, getting to my feet I have some training to do.” I push the chair back as I get up. Before she even has time to respond, I’m already on my way towards the door.
“Ethan…” She calls me. I stop in my tracks, looking back at her as she walks around her desk and towards me. Fuck, by the time I notice what I’m doing, I’m already walking in her direction. I don’t know what it is about her, but she has a pull on me I never experienced before. “I brought the two of you here so that the Nailers’ had a shot at a winning championship. Don’t let me down.”
What the hell am I doing? I take one more step towards her, her body so close I can even hear her soft breathing. I have to restrain myself from simply grabbing her and pressing my mouth against hers. She holds her ground, not moving an inch as a train of lewd thoughts race through my m
ind. There’s a glint in her eyes, almost an invitation.
Fuck, I want her.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I win - it’s what I do.” Warm blood runs down from my head to between my legs. She’s so hot it should be illegal. I have no goddamn idea why I feel so drawn to her, but I just can’t stop my eyes from wandering down her face and towards her lips.
Right now, for the first time in many years, football is no longer a priority. The woman in front of me has just unseated my lifelong mistress.
I’ve always been rational and cold-blooded, even when dealing with women. But now, Julianna at arm’s reach, the scent of her perfume wrapping itself around my mind Before I even realize what’s happening, I’m leaning towards her as her eyelids droop.
We’re inches away from each other when the roar of an engine makes itself heard from outside. We look out the window just in time to see Colt’s sports car leaving the stadium, the rear tires skidding on the pavement as he makes the turn and swerves into oncoming traffic. He crosses a red light and before anyone even manages to honk at him, he’s gone.
Fucking unbelievable. Even when he’s not around, he manages to screw things up.
Julianna clears her throat and when I look back at her, she’s already turning on her heels and moving towards her desk. I watch her sway her ass as she walks. Fuck, I let the opportunity slip through my fingers. Somehow, this feels worse than losing a game.
“As I told Colt, I hope you don’t disappoint me.”
Hearing his name on her lips, the way it tumbles down her lips drives me crazy. No, I’m not going to let him have her.
“I won’t disappoint you,” I simply say, meaning it. “I’ll show you.”