And she still has no idea.
Chapter16
Chiara
I have absolutelyno idea how we don’t get caught on the bus.
Seriously.
The second things start getting intense, Noah leans back, lifts my shirt, and—well—he takes his cock in hand, and let’s just say the situation escalates very quickly.
And quietly.
Very quietly.
Which is impressive considering the fact that my brain has essentially short-circuited and my entire body is doing its best impression of fireworks.
A quick cleanup later, a long kiss that is both entirely inappropriate for a team bus and also ridiculously good, and Noah slips out of my compartment like some kind of sexy criminal mastermind.
Leaving me sitting there.
A little sticky.
A lot satisfied.
And more confused than ever.
Because this was supposed to be just a one-time thing.Then we agreed to some more fun times—little meaningless flings—just to burn the tension out of our systems.
Except that clearly isn’t working.
Not for him.
And definitely not for me.
By the time the bus rolls into Texas with the sunrise blazing over the highway, my brain is still doing emotional gymnastics trying to figure out how I’m supposed to survive an entire week on this trip.
A week.
At a tournament.
With the entire team—and the extended Rovers entourage—watching.
At least in Consequence things have been mainly after hours.When we’re alone in the training center.
But now we’re staying at a small roadside motel that Mitchell Knight apparently bought out for the event, which means everyone is scattered across rooms in a chaotic mix of players, staff, and PR people.
Most of the single guys are doubling up.
The married couples have their own rooms.
And me?
I’m the only single female staff member on this trip.
Which means I get my own room.
Privacy.
