I contemplated.Nowas on the tip of my tongue. The urge to keep those walls high. But he was making an effort. So it was my turn to offer an olive branch.
“Sure. Just text me a time and address.”
“Trinity? Right?”
The deep voice to my left had me looking up from the clipboard in my hand.
“The one and only.” I rested my pen on the next name printed on the list. “Krew Kolson?”
“Good to meet you.” He held out his hand, his eyes staying on mine and respectfully not dipping lower to my chest like the three players before him.
“You too.” I pushed a few buttons on the tub, resetting the temperature like Julia showed me. “Quarterback?”
“That’s me.” He ran a large hand through his golden-brown hair.
“Hop in.” I pointed to the tub as he climbed in, wearing only a pair of black spandexes that hit just at the top of his knees.
“Motherfuuu—” a high-pitched voice shrieked before Krew reached over and slapped the guy submerged in the tub next to us.
“Watch your mouth, J.C.,” Krew scolded.
“Sorry.” He winced. “My balls are…” he trailed off, his eyes wide.
A chuckle filtered from my mouth. “It’s fine. I’ve been around athletes before.”
I checked off Krew’s name before a figure appeared next to me.
“I don’t believe we’ve officially met.”
I peered up at the man standing next to me. His smile was wide, an unnerving gleam in his coffee-colored eyes.Oh, he’s a player, all right.He tossed a towel casually over his bare shoulder before bracing his hands on his hips.
“I’m Jagger.” His eyes trailed over my body.
“Trinity,” I clipped.
He gave me that icky feeling that comes with being the lone female surrounded by males. He thought he could have whatever he wanted, when he wanted. He was in for a rude awakening. I took my career seriously, and I planned on earning respect in this industry. That would encompass not falling to my knees when any football player shot a smile my way.
I opened my mouth to ask if he needed anything else, but someone else beat me to it.
A gruff voice sailed across the room. “Ross. Get moving.”
Preston.
11
Preston
Practice was over. Thank everything holy because I was about to crack a molar watching Jagger Ross look at Trinity like she was his next meal.
I had no reason to be in this part of the facility anymore, but I was torn between watching her and finding the nearest distraction. Which would most likely be my home gym, where I could work myself to the brink of exhaustion before I collapsed in bed.
Julia spoke low to Trinity before she smiled at her and let her go for the day. My eyes involuntarily followed her as she left the room, and on instinct, my feet began to move.
“Listen up!”
My feet slowed, my shoulders tight as I turned my attention to Rodney. “You looked sharp today. First game is Saturday. You’ve put in the work. It’s time to show them what you got.”
Whoops and hollers echoed through the room, along with some whistles.
