“Never gonna look at this desk the same again. You realize that?”
Of course I do.
I smirk, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “Only fair since I’ll never be able to tab a book the same again.”
What did he once say about nothing beingfairin sports?
Guess it makes this my game, then.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-EIGHT
WILDER
Me: Are you free?
Sunshine: I’m on my way home from my yoga class, what’s up, Coach?
Me: Can I stop by?
Sunshine: Sure!
Sunshine: I bet Sebastian misses you. He’s oddly obsessed with you.
Me: Yeah, Sunshine, I’m sure it’s the cat.
Sunshine: Can you blame him?
It should not makemy cock twitch every time she calls me Coach, but it does.
Everybody calls me Coach.
The staff, Taylor, my players.
But when Maisie does it, it sounds completely different.
It’s her way of teasing me, but little does she know, every time she says it, I want to bend her over the nearest surface andfuck the shit out of her while she’s wearing the jacket with my name on it and not shit else.
Maybe I should’ve done that the last time she was in my office when I had her bent over my desk.
After finishing at the arena for the day, I’m standing at Maisie’s front door. I’m telling myself that the reason I’m here is because I don’t want to ask her for a favor over the phone. That would be an asshole thing to do.
Then again, I fucking hate asking anyone for anything, but Camila texted me about the group home thing again, and before I actually commit to this, I need to talk to Maisie.
And I want to see her.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her and how she dropped by my office a few days ago and almost got me fired for fucking her throat during a Zoom call.
I’m going to fuck my fist to that exact moment until I’m eighty.
At least.
And truthfully, after the week I’ve had, I think she might be the only thing that’s going to quiet the shit in my head.
She seems to be able to do that when nothing has ever worked before.
But I’m not ready to face what the hell that means, so I’m going to pretend it doesn’t even fucking exist.
