“A proposition? Is that so?”
Thick biceps flex as they cross over his chest. His still bare chest.
“I’m sorry, can you please put your shirt on? It’s very distracting to have all that there.” I motion towards his chest.
“Continue.”
Tag pulls the Lightning T-shirt in his hand over his head, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Here’s my proposition.” I clear my throat, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me. “I would like you to take me out on a date.”
“You would?” Tag straightens, looking down at me. “Really?”
I nod. “Yes. I’ve decided that there is no reason why the two of us can’t see one another.”
“I’m not seeing the proposition here…” He trails off.
“I have a five-year plan. One that I don’t want to get off track. And you have a job to do turning this team around. I see this as a way for mutual companionship and pleasure, and when it stops being that, we end things.”
Tag smirks. “Mutual companionship and pleasure, hmm?”
“Yes. That’s my proposition. Take it or leave it.”
“Oh.” Tag hooks a finger through the belt loop on my pants and tugs me close. “I’m taking it.”
I collide with his chest, my hands landing on his pecs. “Good.”
“I plan on taking you out tomorrow night.”
“So soon?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
Tag is like me, jumping on this opportunity while he can. Because everything I said to him was true. I don’t want this dalliance to come between us and our goals.
“Good plan,” Tag agrees.
“Well then.” I push off his chest. His eyes are alight with sparks. “I will see you tomorrow night.”
“Plan on it.”
From: Stanley Easton III
Sent: Tuesday, September 2, 2025 8:03 AM
To: Olivia Montrose
Subject: Dinner
Liv,
Any thoughts as to where you would like to go to dinner tonight?
Thanks,
Stanley Easton III
