But as he settled into his seat at the conference table, was his focus on team image? The players? The travel schedule? Hell no. It was on the woman who’d opened her body to him last night. Her rich laughter echoed around the room as she laughed at something Riley said, the husky sound thickening his blood, and he clenched his pen tighter in his hand.
He narrowed his gaze just as she glanced from beneath her eyelashes and looked directly at him. He raised an eyebrow, and she grinned, pursing those luscious lips that had been wrapped around his cock this morning, before immediately returning to the paperwork in front of her. Beneath the table, he pressed his hand against his thickening erection, cursing her effect on him when he couldn’t do anything about it.
“Okay, people. Let’s talk.” And that was Ian’s way of calling this meeting to order from the head of the table.
To his right was Riley, then Olivia, to his left, Coach Carter and the PR people who worried over every misstep.
“Dylan? You first.” Ian sat down, ceding the floor.
Dylan nodded. “The hotel is set. The Montelucia Resort and Spa in Scottsdale has our reservations.”
“Double checked and confirmed,” Riley, his assistant, added.
“I’m meeting with the attending players this afternoon, along with the PR team.” He inclined his head their way. “We’ll go over the ground rules, the planned interviews, and the possible unplanned ones. There won’t be any problems.”
“I should hope not,” Ian said. “Liv, you’re going.”
“Wait … what?” Olivia asked, obviously caught off guard.
“Coach told me there was no way he’d
have gotten through to him without your influence, so in case there’s trouble, I want you nearby.”
She opened her mouth and closed it again, as Dylan did his best not to grin. Apparently, fate was looking down on him, because he and Liv were headed to a desert oasis for a week of business, yes, but plenty of private time too. Not that Ian knew he was facilitating Dylan’s agenda.
“Problem?” Ian asked his sister.
A sudden grin lifted her lips. “Scottsdale, Arizona, for a week? No, no problem.”
Ian ignored her excitement and moved on. “Carter, you’re there for backup.”
The other man, an ex-MVP himself, now forty-five and a star coach the Thunder was lucky to have, merely nodded. “Always planned to be there.”
Olivia tapped her pen against the table. “Dylan, what time is your meeting?” she asked, meeting his gaze. Those Dare sibling eyes, a deep indigo fringed by thick black lashes, stared back at him.
Those same eyes had looked at him with wonder last night seconds before just one of many explosive orgasms had hit her hard. He swallowed a curse and shifted in his seat, but his discomfort remained. “Meeting’s at three in the locker room,” he told Olivia.
She nodded. “I’ll join you there. Big needs to know we mean business.”
The next thirty minutes continued with the PR people laying out the plans for next week and their proposed spin on Big’s latest antics. Finally, the long meeting ended.
“Everyone set?” Ian asked, glancing around the table.
Murmurs of assent arose, and everyone grabbed their folders and things and filed out, heading to their offices to work.
Dylan waited, knowing Olivia had to walk past him to exit. As she approached, he caught a whiff of her perfume, a scent now permanently emblazoned on his brain.
“Liv—”
“Dylan.” She strode up to him, her folders pressed against her chest, pushing up those fabulous breasts he’d felt intimately against his bare chest. “What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Aah, that’s a loaded question, Ms. Dare.”
A lovely flush stained her cheeks, but a knowing smirk pulled at her lips because they shared a secret. An intimacy no one knew about. And he had to admit it was a rush. He had to shove his hands into his front pants pockets in order to keep them off her.
“I guess you’re going to spend the weekend getting ready and packed?”
She nodded. “Good thing we live in Florida. I already have the type of clothing I’ll need.”