“So tell me what I can do for you.” I flip open my notebook and twirl my pen between my fingers.
“Our young Nic has quite the reputation with the ladies. His most recent exploit was broadcast on the internet for the world to see.” Monty dives into explicit details about what Nico Loving has been up to since arriving in Houston, and my ears can’t believe what they’re hearing.
Blowing out a deep breath, I reply, “Looks like I’ve got my work cut-out for me.”
With a chuckle, Monty corrects, “Darlin’, you could fix the reputation of a serial killer easier than this boy. But if you can make the public forget about all the wiener swinging and make him the new face of the Drillers organization, I’ll have you counting more zeroes on that paycheck than you’ve ever seen.”
I smile, thinking of all the wonderful shoes and bags and jewelry that I can add to my collection. Boys are fun, but diamonds will never make a girl cry.
“Okay. When do I start?”
3
NICO
Saint: Judgement day, Lover boy. Do you think they’re going to put you on a short leash and keep you tethered to Waggers for the season.
Diva: Nah. They wouldn’t do that. He’d like it too much.
Me: Screw you both. My life is on the line here. I’m about to step into a meeting that could change my future forever. What if they send me to a place where monks live?
Diva: You mean a monastery?
Saint: Who’s being the drama queen now? Calm down. They’re probably just going to put you on probation. Just keep your dick in your pants for a few months and they’ll forget all about you slamming a shot from the cleavage of the waitress withthe big tits.
Me: No sex? Guys…this is worse than I thought. I’ll die without sex. Like, literally!
My legs bounce like a crackhead coming down from a high as I sit in Mr. Montgomery’s luxurious office. The worn, brown leather chairs are the definition of old money with their gold accents and ornate details. Each one of us –Mr. Montgomery, Coach Wagner and myself– sit around a large oak conference table as we wait for the person who is going to “clean up my antics” and put me in a nice and tidy, guy-next-door package.
In other words, we’re waiting for the guy who will seal my fate and turn my life from exciting and thrill-filled, to boring and predictable.
I heard Mr. Montgomery and Coach talking about a man named Ramon, and visions of a rough guy with tattoos with plans to beat me into submission flooded my mind. I need to remind these two that I’m far too pretty to take any damage to the face. My body may be the money maker, but my face is what helps keep my bed warm at night.
“Now you know I like you, kid,” Mr. Montgomery begins. “But this nonsense about you showing off your wiener to every Mary, Sue and Jenny has got to stop.”
I gulp down the bitter pill of embarrassment and nod. “Yes, sir. I understand completely. And I promise you. I will no–”
The sound of the door creaking on its hinges stops me mid-sentence, and we all turn our heads. Mr. Montgomery’s secretary steps aside and as if in the pivotal slow-motion scene in a movie, a cream colored strappy heel attached to a shapely leg enters first. Perfect toes arepainted with a bright coral polish and for the first time in my life, I want to suck them into my mouth. Feet are not my thing, but these are more than just that of a woman’s foot. These belong to a goddess.
My eyes are hyper focused as they inch up, admiring smooth, tan skin. The hem of a fitted skirt that matches the shoes, spans from knees to high waist, and I eat up every delicious inch. A mens-like striped button top would probably seem stuffy and uptight, but this one is sexy. The sleeves hang open and wide at the wrist adorned with delicate gold bracelets. Layered gold chains are wrapped around a slender neck, and the perfect package is complete when I see her face.
Her almond shaped brown eyes are exotic, her lips are plump and lined in red, and minimal makeup lets her true beauty shine. In short, this woman is the most exquisite creature I have ever laid eyes on. If she were a prize, she’d be the Lombardi trophy. The holy grail of praise that for decades, men have fought tooth and nail, shed blood, sweat and tears for.
Chairs squeak as Coach and Mr. Montgomery stand, and I quickly follow suit. My feet get tangled and I feel like an uncoordinated chump in her presence. Not at all like the smooth Romeo I normally am.
I don’t know who this woman is, but I intend to make a good impression on her. Maybe she’ll spank me into submission and call me her good boy. I’m usually the one doing the spanking, but if this is my punishment for misbehaving, I need to find some mayhem to cause.
“Val,” Mr. Montgomery boasts and glides towards her.
“Hello Monty. So wonderful to finally meet you.”
Fuck. Even her voice is perfect. Sultry and a bit raspy.It must sound phenomenal screaming out in the throes of passion.
“Gentlemen. Please say hello to Valentina San Ramón.” Mr. Montgomery places his hand just below her shoulders and ushers her towards us.
San Ramón?Here I was thinking I was about to get my bell rung by a man with fists the size of Mike Tyson’s when in reality, they sent an angel.
Coach is the first to greet her, holding out a hand and wearing a smile that’s a mile wide. “William Wagner. Head coach of the Houston Drillers. So nice to meet you.”
