“Where are you going, James?”
I wasn’t in the mood to explain myself. Everyone was on edge since McCade died. There was too much uncertainty circling us.
“Headed out for a while.”
“You’re going to see her, aren’t you?”
I whipped around to face Jackson Steele. The tight end was barely taller than me.
“None of your damn business.”
He laughed. “It’s a waste of time.”
“Why do you say that?” I questioned. “Have you gone up there?”
He shrugged. “No, but everyone says she doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing up there in corporate. My bet is we’ll be sold before the season is out. Pointless trying to talk to her. You’re going nowhere with that one.”
I hung my head. “Shit.” Isaac hadn’t made it so sound hopeless.
“Face it. There’s nothing we can do. McCade screwed us twice. Once, when he signed us and again when he left us with her.”
“Fuck that,” I growled. “I’ll catch you later, Jacks.”
“She’s just gonna bust your balls, man. I tried to warn you,” he called after me. “We have practice in an hour.”
I charged out of the room with a new fire lighting my way. I wasn’t going to take his word for it. I walked down the corridor of the underground stadium tunnels, growing angrier with each stride I took.
I tapped the button, waiting for the elevator to carry me to the executive level. Within seconds, it took me to the top floor. My fingers curled into a tight fist. I could feel the blood pump through the strained veins on my wrist. My dream wasn’t going to vanish because some spoiled rich girl inherited my team.
The doors retracted and I stomped out. The executive suites were quiet. It looked as if it the entire place was empty. I rubbed the back of my head.
I expected to see Candy, but she wasn't sitting at her desk. I walked past it, remembering the few times we had hooked up. She was a hot fuck. The kind of girl who loved sex just for the sake of sex. She had no attachment to me or any of the other guys. I smiled. Why weren’t more women like that? Unattached? Available for just the right thing?
I was tired of women trying to take more than I was ready to give. I sure as hell didn’t want a girlfriend. I didn’t want commitment and all the bullshit that came with it. Candy seemed fine with a strictly fuck-for-fun arrangement.
This might be a wasted trip, but I walked to the old man's office. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been here. I stayed away from McCade. I stayed away from Coach. All I wanted was to play the game. This kind of shitty drama was exactly what I tried to avoid. I was here now out of survival. If I didn’t try to save my ass, I didn’t know who would.
I didn't bother to knock, assuming no one was here just like the rest of the office. But as soon as I opened the door, I realized how wrong I was.
Fuck.
I had never seen eyes that blue. Or lips that perfect.
Her beautiful mouth opened, and I realized she was staring at me. I wanted to dive in—cock first.
Her eyes were locked on my chest with a look of shock. I looked down. Shit. I had forgotten to throw on a shirt. I was wearing my warm-up shorts for practice and nothing else.
“C-can I help you?” she stammered. I saw the blush rise on her cheeks. Damn. She was gorgeo
us. Nobody had mentioned how insanely hot she was.
“I didn't think anybody was here,” I explained.
“Well, I am.”
“I see that.”
She shuffled papers on her desk. “Are you looking for Coach Applewhite?” she asked. “He left my office a while ago.”