Orgasms were amazing, right?
I looked into Alonso’s rattlesnake eyes and told myself to keep those last few comments to myself.
“I have a meeting,” Alonso said. “This was a good talk. I want this in motion right now.” Alonso slammed his hand to my back again. “Maverick. You’re my guy. You’re the goalie. You’re the thinker. You work better than anyone else under pressure. That’s your job as a goalie. And I trust you. I trust my gut when it comes to you.”
Alonso gave a nod and left the locker room.
I had no idea what just happened.
He trusted me?
It took everything I had not to laugh.
Because if he saw some of the texts his daughter sent me just an hour ago… he’d definitely kill me with his bare hands.
“You seem jumpy, sweetie,”I said to Madison.
“I’m not jumpy. You’re jumpy. You’re acting weird.”
“How so?”
“I told you we’re not screwing tonight and you still showed up.”
“To check on you.”
“Why?”
“I’m not exactly sure yet.”
“You wanted to find a way in.”
“In?”
Madison lifted her left eyebrow, then pointed down.
“Oh,” I said. “You think I’m going to stand here and charm my way into your panties?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“I don’t need to do that.”
“Why? Because I’m a whore to you?”
“Whoa,” I said. “No, sweetie. I don’t think you’re a whore. I just came to check on you. And if you’re not offering, I’ll go somewhere else.”
“I’m stressed and you say that to me?”
“What’s got you stressed?”
“This wedding gig,” Madison finally confessed.
I pointed at her and smiled. “Got you to talk at least.”
“I hate you, Mav.”
“So, tell me what’s got you worried, sweetie.”
“The whole thing,” Madison said. “Beginning to end. This is all on my back, you know? It’s just me. And it’s a big deal. I wasn’t looking for this. She came to me. And, you know, if this becomes a thing for me…”