He grinned at the last one. “You can testify to that.”
She squirmed in her seat, looking away. “Yes, we should talk about that.”
“Wait, let me guess.Last night was a mistake. It can never happen again because we work together.” He parroted in a falsetto voice, then dropped back to normal. “That’s bullshit. Typical morning after one-night stand talk.”
“You would know. What do you want anyway, a relationship? Oh please.” She laughed.
He shook his head, taken aback by her scorn. “I don’t know. One thing’s for sure, it has to be kept quiet. You don’t want the team to find out that you tried your damnedest to ruin the image of their newest player the night before he signed, do you?”
“And you don’t want them to void your contract,” she countered. She stood and leaned across the desk for emphasis. “You can’t win this one. No, we have to pretend that night never happened. And it can never happen again for both of our images.”
“I’m glad one of us has faith. Life and experience has taught me that faith rarely stays. You’ll have to pardon me, if I don’t trust you.” In reality, could he trust himself? He had to or his last chance would go up in flames.
“Look, Jason, I have as much to lose as you do if word of that escapade gets out. So just shut up and forget about it.”
He leaned across the desk, forcing her to tilt her head to look up at him. “I wish I could forget this.” He bent down and crushed her lips under his in a bruising kiss designed to punish, but it backfired when she groaned, wrapped her arms around his neck and responded, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips. He gripped her arms, pulling her closer, one arm sliding down her arm then back to cup her backside.
A loud noise from outside the door interrupted. Stacia pushed away and he released her all in one motion. She patted down her clothes, straightening her jacket and gathering composure. Jason adjusted the front of his pants, thanking whatever gods were looking after him that he was wearing dress slacks instead of denim.
She walked around the desk and sat in her chair, obviously putting distance between them. She took a shaky breath. “That can never happen again, got it?”
“Afraid someone will catch us? Your boss? Hammonds?” He couldn’t resist the taunt. He was never very good at rules and taking orders.
“Please.” She dismissed the GM with a wave of her hand. “He has nothing to do with this. This wouldn’t be in our best interest.”
Jason sat down and crossed his foot over his knee. “You know, Hammonds did say for you to do anything to keep me out of trouble.”
She folded her hands primly on the desk, but they twisted and held tightly. “I highly doubt he meant for me to sleep with you. That would void your contract, wouldn’t it?”
He considered her words. “I don’t know. The contract didn’t specify. He was very specific on your role, however. The only way to keep me out of trouble might be to be with me 24/7.”
“Not going to happen.” She shuffled some papers on her desk, while trying to act business-like. “This whole fiasco was dumped on me a few minutes ago. First we need to announce your signing to the media then figure out a way to keep you out of the limelight. I’ll need some time to devise a strategy, but in the meantime, don’t kiss anyone or do anything that might get you in trouble, okay?”
He smiled, a picture of innocence. “Of course, Stacia.” He stood up and walked out of the office, whistling an off-tune song, confident he had made his point.