Mark and Travis snickered and started to turnaway.
“Not so fast, gentlemen,” Woodcroft said. “They asked for all three ofyou.”
I did my own share of snickering.Fair isfair.
One of the assistant coaches led us from the safety of our locker room to the awaiting media in the dressing room. They separated into flocks, each pecking at their own victim with theirquestions.
“How did you feel tonight’s gamewent?”
“The Rock’s defense was on fire for this game. In what way do you think it could have gonebetter?”
“What are your expectations for nextyear?”
The questions seemed never ending, and only delayed me from getting together with Trent and his girlfriend, Kelsey. And let’s not forget Holly, the redhead he worked with who could easily be mistaken for that mermaid Disney princess—only a lothotter.
And with a sexy Aussieaccent.
No, I haven’t fuckedher.
But don’t think for a moment that she hasn’t starred in a few of my fantasies, when it was just me, my hand, and theshower.
How did I meet her? She was at a dinner party Trent and Kelsey had thrown a few months ago. After getting together with them a few more times, Holly and I eventually became friends. But our friendship didn’t mean fantasizing about her was off limits—even if I didn’t want to dateher.
Nothing against Holly. I didn’t date.Period.
But it was cool having Holly for a friend. She was that female you could call when you needed advice and knew your male buddies wouldn’t know the answer. Or rather, they would have an answer—but it was always a bullshit one. She was that friend who teased you about your manwhore ways but without any judgmentalcrap.
And the added bonus? She liked movies, but she didn’t feel the need to drag me to lame chickflicks.
Mark was scooting toward the locker room doors, doing his best toescape.
“I need to go now,” I said, attempting my own greatescape.
I had barely stepped through the doorway when Travis practically rammed into me from behind. I chuckled. “What, you didn’t want to stick around for morequestions?”
“Christ, no. Besides, the sooner I’m out of here, the sooner I can getlaid.”
Guess I wasn’t the only one with that post-game mission inmind.
3
Holly
Quick,name the one person you’d rather not talk to on a Friday night…while you’re still at theoffice?
First question—what was I doing at the office on a Friday night? Easy. Where else would you expect a workaholic tobe?
Okay, I wasn’t planning to spend the entire night here. I did have a life afterall.
I also wasn’t planning to talk to my mother on the phone while at the office on a Friday night—yet here I was doing exactlythat.
“I tried calling your apartment.” Her tone for the last word was like battery acid with a dash of honey. My mother didn’t do apartments. And definitely not apartments the size of—as she had put it—my parents’ swimmingpool.
She was exaggerating.Mostly.
Did I feel that my apartment was too small? Not at all. What did I need a large apartment for anyway? With two bedrooms, mine had plenty of space for me, especially since I spent more time at work than I did there. Besides, it was a nice apartment located in a Victorian house not far from the bay. I loved it, even if my motherdidn’t.
I didn’t bother to point out she’d been calling my cell phone earlier, but I had let her go to voicemail. I hadn’t expected her to then phone my work number, which was why I’d answeredit.
