I scoff. “You should have given your real name. I feel like you lied to get me to sleep with you.”
Tag stands, coming around the desk to stand in front of me. The papers in my hand are still clutched tight to my chest. He drops his hands on the arms of my chair. When he leans in towards me, he is overwhelming.
The scent of his cologne.
The flex of his jaw.
His gaze staring down into mine.
Heat racks my body. No man has ever made me feel like this. Adequate, maybe, but not like I want him to devour me again.
“Make no mistake, Olivia. You approached me. You asked to come home withme.If you want to lie to yourself, by all means, go right ahead. But I know whose name you were screaming last night.”
Warmth blooms in my cheeks. I should not be thinking about how he made me feel.
I have never felt so good in my life. So satisfied. If Tagis half as good at coaching as he is at giving orgasms, I’d say the Lightning are going to turn things around.
“What are you thinking?” Tag grasps my chin and pulls my gaze back to his.
“I need you to sign these papers.”
His eyes dart down toward my chest before looking back up. “That’s what’s causing this pretty little flush all over your face?”
I nod, doing my best to fight the reaction I’m having to him.
“Yes.”
He grins. “I don’t believe you.”
I stand, pushing him out of my space. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. I’m here for business purposes.”
Tag leans back, resting his perfect arse against the edge of the desk.
“As opposed to last night.”
“You can’t say things like that,” I whisper.
“Like I didn’t think I’d see you again because you snuck out of my apartment like a thief in the night?”
“Flat,” I correct.
That earns me a smirk. Tag—Stanley—is still hovering over me. I can’t decide if I want to push him away or pull him closer.
All I know is, I need to get out of this cramped space before I do something stupid. I thrust the papers at his chest.
“Sign these.”
I scurry out of his office like the coward that I am. I don’t stop until I’m safely in my office with the door shut. The last thing I need is for anyone to come in here while I look like the cat that ate the canary.
Tag is our new head coach. The man I slept with. There is no way I’m going to be able to talk myselfthrough this. Pulling out my phone, I message the two people who will.
Olivia
Free for dinner tonight?
Sienna
I have a date tonight, sorry!
