Double Daddy Trouble

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m looking for the new ownership.”

“Well you found her.”

I didn’t expect to find a woman so beautiful in the old man’s office. “I did.”

I took a step toward her.

“Let me guess. You're here because you want to talk to me about money.” She sighed.

I grinned. There was something about this woman that made me forget I had stormed up here ready for a fight.

“How did you know?”

Her eyes met mine. “I’m Vanessa McCade. You are here because of my grandfather. Or at least because of what my grandfather did. I've heard from a lot of your teammates today.”

She seemed frustrated or sad. I couldn't tell. “Right. Your grandfather. I’m sorry about that.”

“Thank you.”

I didn’t wait for her to offer a seat, I pulled up a chair and sat in front of her desk.

“I’m sorry," she whispered. “I should have just held a team meeting and let everyone stone me.”

“What?” My body took up the entire seat.

She shook her head, letting her loose blond curls fall around her face. “I’m sorry. That was overly dramatic. I know everyone’s frustrated.”

“Yeah, they’re frustrated and scared as shit their contracts are going to be torn up.”

Her eyes widened. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“No one around here knows that.”

“I don’t know what else to say except I’m so sorry. I really am. I don't know what you make. I don't know what's in your contract. I really don't know what money there is. I haven’t met with payroll or accounting yet.”

Her blue eyes drifted upward and my cock was suddenly as hard as a rock. It strained against my shorts. There was no way I was standing up any time soon. One look from this beautiful girl and I was hard as shit. What in the hell was happening? She was beautiful. Sexy. Soft and graceful.

“When will you know?” I asked. “All the guys have been here. They need answers. My best friend was here.”

“Your best friend?” I saw her blink back a tear.

I nodded. “Yes. Isaac Price. He told me you two met. Thought I should come up here myself. I need my own answers.”

“You two are the team’s best wide receivers and you are best friends?”

I laughed. “At least you know what positions we play. That’s something. But, yeah, we go way back. We played on a Pee Wee together. Then in high school. Isaac left for the Navy half-way through college, but I got him into open practice here after he left the Seals. You could say we are practically brothers.”

“Seals?”

I nodded. “Yeah. He was a Navy Seal.”

“Brothers,” she mouthed.

“Something wrong with that?”

She shook her head. “No. Nothing at all.”

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