“Friends? Seriously?”
“Don’t tell me that goes against one of your rules.”
“No. It’s allowed.”
“Then why not?”
She looks me right in the eye.
“Only if you promise that you won’t try anything in the meantime. You won’t try to kiss me, or brush against me, or say anything that will remind me ofthatnight.”
“Sure.”
“Nothing that makes me think that we’re anything more than friends.”
That’ll be a difficult promise to keep, but I can try. I really want to try.
I hold out my hand.
“Deal.”
She glances warily at it, before shaking.
“So it’s agreed.”
“Another agreement.”
“True – but mine is definitely more tempting than yours.”
“Remember, you have to win first.”
She drops my hand and I stand up, turning my attention back to my little team of losers. I’m about to turn them into a group of champions.
“I don’t lose, Headmistress,” I say, all the blood rushing to one particular area as I utter those words. “And I won’t lose this tournament.”
Jordan
Niall stands up and goes over to join his team; I sit there, in the stands, inexplicably giddy after our conversation. After giving him that whole speech about how nothing can ever happen between us again, after making him sign that agreement and limiting our relationship to be strictly professional, what the hell do I do?
I accept his proposal.
It was a no-brainer – right?
I must be crazy. It must be some sort of hormonal imbalance that hits you after a certain age. Or maybe it’s just the fact that the man made me come three times in one night – and I can’t think of anything but how another three times would feel. Well, I have a whole orgasm-less year to make up for!
Okay, so I didn’t sleep with anyone for a whole year – maybe more. The last time I had sex was with my husband – or, should I say, ex-husband – and I wouldn’t exactly call it a performance to remember. After I discovered that he’d cheated and kicked him out of the house, I wasn’t really in the right mindset to have anything to do with men; so much so that, for Christmas, Anya bought me one of those pink vibrators which are specially-designed for lonely women like me. It’s lived in my underwear drawer ever since. Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly in the right mindset for that, either.
Steven left me feeling empty, exhausted and disappointed. And that’s exactly how I’ve felt for the past year of my life – that is, before Niall Kerry jumped into my bed. Now, it feels like my senses are waking up again – and I can’t seem to calm them down.
He manages to look sexy even in a tracksuit. His perky backside hasn’t gone unnoticed, either; and let’s not even mention his muscular arms and well-toned torso, his skin-tight shirt clinging to his pecs as if it were tattooed onto his body.
Staring at him like this is not helping; drinking in every detail, replaying our night together over and over in my mind. Dreaming of more orgasms. This isn’t why I came here: I’m here to make sure he does his job, to ensure that my team is going to win this damn tournament.
I’m trying to focus my attention on the kids when Tyler approaches, sitting down on the step next to me.
“How did he manage to talk you into being his assistant?”
“Hey, it’s Kerry; you can’t exactly say no to him.”
