Dirty Players (Dirty Players 1)

“You should go,” she said. “If someone sees us both coming out of here together, it’ll spell trouble. Neither of us needs more of that coming our way.”

“There shouldn’t be anyone around, though.”

“What about my dad, or the staff? This place doesn’t clean itself up, you know. Even when the team isn’t using it, there’ll be staff cleaning up or looking over the equipment and the facilities. They’ll report it to my dad if we get caught coming out of here together, especially since you’re technically not a part of the team right now.”

I shrugged. “Then don’t get caught.”

“It’s that simple to you?” she said in disbelief.

“Well, of course. I’ll head out first, you can stay here for a bit. I’ll wait for you in the parking lot and you can come out in ten, fifteen minutes. I came here for you, you know. I can’t talk to your dad directly right now, my agent is handling that for me, but I still want to talk to you.”

She bit her lip in indecision, and I tamped down my nervousness.

I’d decided that this clandestine relationship of ours had gone on long enough. I’d barely known her for two months, but no woman had been able to hold my attention for this long. Zoe was addicting to me, and I was hoping to try and ease our relationship further. I knew that if I officially joined, I’d get to spend more time around her, but I also wanted to talk about us. I wasn’t sure what Zoe would think about us getting serious. She seemed just fine with fooling around, so I had to do this right.

“Fine,” she sighed out. “Go and I’ll meet you. I’m not done cleaning up yet.”

I grinned, feeling relaxed. “I don’t even get myself off anymore. Hmm, but if you’re going to be getting my come out of you, I kinda want to stay and watch. Maybe I could help?”

“Just leave already,” she snapped, but her cheeks were flushing again, and I knew she was embarrassed.

I laughed. “Fine, fine. I’ll remember to carry a condom next time so it’s convenient.”

“There will be no next time,” she hissed, glaring. “Not in the fucking locker rooms. It would be too easy to get caught!”

“Then pick my place or yours, tonight.”

She waved me away. “Whatever, just go. You know you can’t come to my house, anyways. I’ll be right out, we can talk then.”

I hesitated a second, before I went to the door. I stuck my head outside, and when I saw the hall was empty, I slipped out and headed for the exit. I came across one person on the way, she was cleaning the floors and she ignored me as I passed her by. I made my way to the parking lot and to where I’d left my car. To be on the safe side, I’d parked far from the entrance behind another car. Because it was off season, and the team didn’t have practice for a while, there weren’t that many cars in the lot, and Ben already knew my car. I knew his, too, and he hadn’t left yet.

After standing around for a few minutes, I decided it was a little too hot. My impatience made me want to pace around, but I got into my car and grabbed onto the wheel, tapping on it with my fingers as I kept my eyes on the entrance. Ten minutes later, and she still wasn’t out.

With a frown, I picked up my phone to text her and see what was taking her so long. Before I could, I received a message, and it only made my frown deepen.

“Sorry. Dad caught me while I was sneaking out and he’s insisting on taking me to lunch. We’ll talk later.”

I cursed under my breath, but there was nothing I could do. If I marched in there and tried to take her from her dad, he’d just throw me out, then I’d completely lose my chance. I’d lost it once when he heard the rumors about me being on drugs, and I’d been slowly trying to get myself back on his good side. It helped, a little, that he was dating my mom, but he took his

business with the team seriously so he wouldn’t take me back just because of that. I’d been clean since I got home, but it bothered him more that I’d been on drugs at all, and I didn’t even blame him.

“Dammit,” I muttered, exasperated, and leaned back against the headrest. I’d hoped Zoe and I could go to lunch. It would have been something of a first date, because while we’d fucked often, we didn’t go out nearly as much. It was like having an affair, only we were hiding more from our parents than lovers we were cheating on.

I saw Ben step out of the building with Zoe right behind him. In a panic, I slid down in the seat so they wouldn’t notice me, but he didn’t even look my way. I watched bitterly as they got into his car and they drove off, then righted myself in my seat.

Whatever. I would have a chance later, because I had no intention of giving up on Zoe. I’d just have to try another day...continued in the Running Back’s Baby! Grab your copy now.