16
Vinnie
I haven’t seenBianca in five days.Training camp has been grueling, and by the time I get home, I’m completely wiped out.My arm is sore, along with everything else in my body, and I spend hours icing my shoulder while sitting on my couch dozing off or reading that dirty book I snagged from her coffee table.
College Vinnie is gone.The days of partying and then getting by on my God-given talent aren’t enough anymore.Everything is bigger.We run harder, pushing our bodies to the max even when doing more doesn’t seem possible.
Bianca and I have texted off and on, but she says she’s busy working and that I’m a distraction.I know she’s on a deadline, but the girl has to come up for air sometime.She needs to eat, take care of herself, and step away from the keyboard every once in a while, or she’s going to wear herself out.
I’m standing outside her door with a complete arsenal of things to help her relax.Chinese food and pizza, wine, a candle that’s supposed to help with concentration, and me.It’s Friday night and I have two days off to recuperate, and nothing sounds better than a little Bianca time.After I hounded her for hours, she finally relented and said she’d take a break from her words tonight.
She opens the door, and my heart skips.Bianca’s wearing those yoga pants I love so much, the ones that show every curve and swell of her ass.The small tank top doesn’t leave anything to the imagination either, and the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra makes it damn near impossible for me to keep my eyes off her breasts.
“Hey,” she says while I stand there gawking at her like I’ve never seen a woman before.“Come in.”
She tries to take the bag and pizza box from my hand, but I shake my head.“I got this.You just relax tonight.I don’t want you lifting a finger.”
Her body moves backward as I walk into her place, wearing less clothing than she is.It’s part of my plan.She keeps giving me the runaround, talking about her break from men and sex, but so far, I’m two-for-two on orgasms and her breaking that promise she keeps throwing around like a security blanket.
She follows me to the couch and stands next to me as I unpack the bag of food.I glance up, catching her checking out my biceps, licking those beautiful lips like she’s ready to eat me instead of the takeout.
“Hungry?”
She nods, finally noticing that I’m watching her as she stares at me.“I haven’t eaten all day.”
“Baby.”I grab her hand, pulling her down to the floor in front of the coffee table with me.“You have to take better care of yourself.That mind of yours needs fuel to create, and so does your body.No more skipping meals.Coffee is not a food group.”
She scrunches up her face.“It keeps me going.”
I grab her hands, holding them tight.“Do I need to have food delivered to you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself while I’m working?”
She stares at me, not speaking, just blinking like I’m saying something she doesn’t quite understand.
“Better yet, I’ll have my chef prep your meals for the week, so I don’t have to worry.”
“I do fine, Vinnie.Don’t be silly.”She lets out a little huff.“You have a chef?”
“I’m on a strict diet during camp.”I run my hand down my chest, taunting her a little because she keeps staring at me like I’m dinner.“Got to keep this body in top shape for the long season ahead.”
Her eyes follow my hand and linger.“It looks pretty good to me,” she says softly.
“You want to touch it, don’t you?”I smirk.
“You’re so full of yourself.”She smacks my shoulder, but I know the truth.“I’m starving.”
“Lucky for you, tonight’s my cheat night, or else we’d be having chicken and broccoli.”
She frowns.“That doesn’t sound so awful.”
I unpack the bag, taking out the five small containers of food I ordered.“It is compared to this.I got a little of everything because I wasn’t sure what you liked.”
“I’m easy.”
I watch her as she opens the containers, and I know she’s the opposite of easy.If she were, I already would’ve slept with her.But Bianca isn’t like most women I’ve known.Maybe that’s what I like most about her.She’s real and doesn’t give two shits about who I am, what I do, or how much money I have in the bank.
“Want to watchScandalous Reign?”
Her beautiful, full lips turn up.“I haven’t had time all week.Are you sure?”
