“He’ll be freezing his long cock off in Minnesota before the season even starts,” she said, giving me a definite nod. She put a finger to her lips. “But you did not hear that from me.”
Kate
Katie Holmes was almost busted!
I was waiting at the back gate for Sean to appear when I saw Madge Sinclair, his PR rep, pulling into the lot. I knew if Madge spotted me, my little ruse would be over and my chances of getting to know Sean better would be gone.
I mean, my chance to do the exposé on him…
Not get to know him better…
Fuck…
Whatever!
I ducked quickly ducked behind a black Cadillac Escalade and held my breath until she passed. I peered around the back of the SUV just in time to see her talking to Sean, who had emerged from the clubhouse carrying his workout bag. They hugged and chatted for a moment, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Shit, if he told her he had an interview lined up she’d want to tag along. Or she would kill the interview outright.
I listened to my heart beating in my ears as I spied on them. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, they hugged again and Madge walked on into the team offices while Sean headed my way.
I blew out a long breath and tried to recover from the mild panic attack I had while watching them. By the time Sean emerged through the gate, I had regained most of my composure. I stepped out from behind the SUV and gave him a little wave.
“Hey, sorry about that,” he said with a smile. “You ready to go?”
“I am,” I said happily.
“Good, my truck is over there,” he said, pointing with his keys in his hand. “Follow me.”
I followed him to a brand new, black Ford Raptor pickup that looked like something out of Terminator. It had huge tires and chrome rims, and a grill that looked like it could eat its way through traffic.
He threw his bag into the truck bed, then pressed the keyfob to unlock the doors. He opened the passenger door and took my hand to help me climb up into the truck.
I got myself situated in the seat, which fe
lt like a plush leather recliner, and snapped the seatbelt. Sean came around to climb into the driver’s seat. He started the truck and drove slowly out of the lot. The truck growled and threw me back in the seat when he pulled onto the highway and put his foot to the gas.
“This is some truck,” I said, looking around the cab, which was a hundred times nicer than my Honda Civic.
“I’m from Texas,” he said, flexing his eyebrows at me. “We love big trucks.”
“Obviously,” I said with a smile. “Was that Madge Sinclair you were talking with?”
“Yeah, do you know Madge?”
I lied, just a little. “I know of her. Did you tell her you were having lunch with me?”
He frowned and shook his head.
“No, Madge doesn’t like me talking to reporters,” he said, rolling his eyes. “If I told her I was having lunch with you she would have wanted to tag along. And I wanted to have you all to myself.”
“Well, that’s… nice,” I said.
I was having a hard time focusing on the topic at hand because our pseudo-sex from the night before kept running through my mind. I decided to address the 800-pound gorilla to get it out the way.
I said, “Listen, about last night…”
“I’m really sorry about that,” he said with an embarrassed sigh. “I was drunk and I got carried away. I hope you can forgive me. I’m usually not like that… Well… I am, but…”