“Yup.”
He doesn’t know how to process this revelation, and it tickles something inside me. Also, I’m impressed he’s familiar with the battle. “That’s what moves your body?”
“No. ADD moves my body; the documentaries move my mind.”
He stares at me for several long moments, long enough for me to shift slightly on my feet uncomfortably. I find it odd that his penetrating gaze never leaves my face. He smiles again and I feel the full weight of it in my chest. I focus on regulating my breathing.
“Jenna, would you have dinner with me this evening?” I figured he’d ask me out, given his attention before the game and now. I didn’t figure it would be this hard to say “no”. I run through every possible conceivable scenario. He’s a scout for a professional football team; he probably travels all over the country. Plus, he lives in Pittsburgh, which is hours away from here. He finds me attractive, and I gotta tell you, he is sinfully gorgeous in a suit, and I wouldn’t mind seeing him out of it. I’ll get a good meal, hopefully a great fuck, and I’ll have a hell of a story to tell Lilly.
“Yes.”
Andres 3.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful. The way the candlelight creates shadows on her face, the dip of her dress highlighting the swell of her breasts, her delicate collarbones tempting my tongue to trace them.
We’re tucked into a private nook of one of the only upscale restaurants near campus. Conversation has been easy. Jenna is far more intelligent than anyone would give her credit for, considering stigmas associated with cheerleaders. She’s a fount of knowledge, especially obscure and random facts. She’s engaging, witty, and unapologetic. It’s refreshing and as far as dates go, the best I’ve had in recent memory.
Lingering over dessert, Jenna picks up her wine glass and swirls the contents lightly as she meets my eyes. She’s direct, forthright, and fucking sexy as hell. “What brought you to our little university?” I chuckle at her description of a nationally ranked, BIG10, educational powerhouse.
“Heacock.” Her smile slips into a frown. “He’s been hounding me to check out Crue Pribula.”
Her snort is adorable. “Delusional piece of shit.”
“Yes.” I grin. “He is. But I had an ulterior motive for attending this impromptu meeting.”
“Oh? Do tell.” She leans forward slightly, an eager expression on her flawless face.
“Crue Pribula has no dreams of an NFL career.” She nods. Crue hasn’t been shy about his intentions. “He has dreams of a healthy, fresh agricultural future. And that is why I agreed to meet. I want Prib and his family farm.”
Her features smooth into neutrality, making me laugh. “You want to buy his farm?”
“No. I want to partner with him and the neighboring farms. I want to source local, fresh ingredients for my food company. Expand our line to offer more sustainable options, as well as yogurts, smoothies…the sky’s the limit.”
“Oh.” She’s surprised and isn’t hiding it.
“I met with his parents several months ago and I was blown away by their passion for what they do, their family legacy, but more so by their love and faith in their son. I don’t know how much you’ve interacted with Prib, but he’s as exceptional off the field as he is on it, perhaps even more so. He’s the future and I’m not dumb enough to let an opportunity like this pass me by.”
“I haven’t worked with him, but it’s hard to miss his accomplishments. Lilly Geddes in PR does an incredible job of highlighting students, their own personal cheerleaders.”
“Lilly is one of a kind.”
“She is, that’s why she’s my best friend.” She tilts her head to the side and studies me for a moment. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say Heacock wasn’t pleased with this turn of events.”
My jaw clenches remembering his words, his insinuations. “That man buys his audacity in bulk.”
“I can’t believe you just said that! You got a late-night social media obsession?”
“Honestly, I love this one. She doesAm I the AssholeReddit videos and I am slightly obsessed with them. People are fucking nuts.”
Her head falls back on a boisterous laugh. My eyes trace the heave of her tits, the long, graceful line of her neck…I’d like to hear her laugh as I fuck inside her. I bet her pussy would grip me tight. But I’d also like to hear it while we’re sitting together on my couch watching a movie.
“I can’t blame you; Lilly and I watch them too.”
“I’m blacklisting Heacock, no one will work with him again. Most already go through Beiler, but I’ve made sure to spread the word that he is the only point of contact at the university. There was so much tension in the room…”
“Heacock is on everyone’s shit list. And good for you for using your star power for good.” Her face is open and friendly, but bitterness laces her tone. I decide not to pry right now. “Do you come to campus often? The people here seem to know you.” She indicates the restaurant.
“I come here whenever I visit, which sadly, isn’t as often as I’d like. In fact, I think it’s been at least a year, if not more, since I’ve been back. While there are many excellent players, Pittsburgh hasn’t had their eye on anyone here for the past two seasons, however, this year there are several candidates we’d love to have on our roster next summer.”
