“Visibility is a big part of brand awareness and also serves as a significant reminder to our core audience. If we do engagement and SEO right, then we don’t need to pay for as much advertising.”
“Got it.”
“It’s a fun challenge.” An alarm goes off on her phone. “Speaking of which, it’s time for me to post something online, so…”
“Can I watch?”
“I’m not recording myself. It’s just…” She taps the screen a few times, pulling in a video clip, then some text from a prewritten script, and finally she adds a funny little quip in the comment box. “There, I’m done.”
“That was fast. Now I see why the pervert in the polo shirt wanted your help.”
“He didn’t really. This isn’t his job. That was an excuse.”
“He’s definitely fired.”
“Please leave before I kiss you again.” She looks pleased at the way I stepped in to protect her, even though she wants to be logical and argue against it.
So I kissheragain, anyway, and I grab a random magazine off her desk. “Can I take this with me to cover how much I like kissing my wife?”
“Yes. Take it. Go. Have a great game and a great road trip.”
“I’ll call you tonight.Might be late.”
She watches me go to the door.
“I’ll stay up,” she says quietly, just before I open it.
And fuck if I don’t need that magazine all the way back to the clubhouse.
I call her that night in Atlanta. She’s sleepy but oh-so sweet and easily talked into making herself come as I tell her in detail what I want to do to her when I get back.
The next morning, I wake up alone, hard, and desperate for more of her innocent heat. I resist the urge to call her again, to have phone sex this early in the morning, but just as I’m stepping out of the hotel room, she sends me a good morning text and a selfie.
She’s in bed.
She’s naked.
And just like that, I’m back in the hotel room, my cock out and her voice in my ear. This time, she’s the one fumbling through the sweetest dirty talk. I come so fucking fast, and she follows.
We talk every night and every morning through the rest of the road trip.
By the time our plane touches down in Florida again, there’s no question about where I’m heading as soon as I get in my car.
And then she answers the door to her apartment wearing nothing but my jersey.
CHAPTER 16
MOLLY
I’m nervous being this brazen, but I’ve missed him so much, and the chemistry between us has been incredible over the phone.
The look on his face when I open the door tells me that I made the right choice wearing his jersey. He twirls me around and growls when he sees his name across my back.
“I stole this from work,” I confess as Jeff picks me up and carries me inside.
“Good girl.”
I’m glad he approves, because I felt like the worst kind of stealthy criminal when I made an excuse to take it from the equipment guys—and I have no plans on returning it.
