And then she’s gone.
Cold, wet coffee droplets make themselves known on my clenched fist.
Helen eases the mangled cup from my hand and replaces it with a napkin.
“I like her,” my assistant says under her breath.
“Jesus Christ,” one of the scouts mutters. “What the hell was that?”
I stare after her. I try desperately not to thinkabout how perfectly round her ass is or how good it would look painted in my seed.
Because that? Molly Henderson?
She’s almost guaranteed to shake things up.
And I sure as fuck feel like I’ve just been struck by lightning.
So that sweet, lush, tempting snack of a girl is all the way off-limits for the much older manager of the baseball team she now works for.
Not that my cock seems to give a fuck.
Mine, he seems to think as he throbs with a life of his own.
I toss my cup in the garbage and stalk out of the room before he gets to full strength.
CHAPTER 2
MOLLY
Ever since I walked into the meeting with the managers and scouts last week, my job has gottensomuch easier. Suddenly, we’re making miracles happen. It’s all hands on deck for community outreach, and at every level, people who were reluctant to try some of my whackier ideas have suddenly come on board.
And thanks to some serious luck on social media, our mascot is having a Moment.
But the one get I really want, a big promo with the head coach himself, is proving elusive.
So I decide to ambush him. He’s the first person to the stadium most mornings, and the last to leave at night. Since I’m not a morning person, I stay late and wait until all the other coaches have left, then when he heads down the hall, I slide into his office and wait.
I’ve learned a lot about baseball in the last week. I now know that the head coach is also called the team manager, which is separate from the General Manager, who runs the business side of the team. Coach Rosehill manages the play on the field, so to speak. I make a quick note to ask someone ifplay on the fieldsounds right to a baseball fan.
While I wait, I look at the photos on his wall. Three World Series wins. His career is so impressive, and he’s a fearsome man. So he might not like that I’ve snuck in here.
I’ll apologize as soon as he finds me, of course. But I have a sneaky suspicion that he’s the one who barked an order at the rest of the organization to help me out.
His assistant, Helen, won’t confirm or deny—she’s very loyal—but he has that vibe about him. All bark, no bite.
I giggle to myself as I twirl in his well-worn office chair. I wouldn’t mind a Jeff Rosehill bite, I gotta say. He looks like the kind of guy who knows how to bite just right.
“Something funny?”
I scream and throw myself out of the chair mid-spin at the sound of his deep, rich voice, stumbling a few steps before I straighten up and smooth my skirt down.
I dressed up for this meeting, and it won’t do to look messy.
Stand up straight, Molly. It’s fine, he won’t fire you. He can’t even fire you, he’s not your direct boss.
But heisthe head coach. The manager of the team. His word has a lot of sway with HR, who I guess is who I would be fired by since we still don’t have a new PR director.
“Cat got your tongue?” He sighs and leans against the doorframe, and I jerk my attention to his face.
