I guess I just didn’t want to deal with her acting all jealous or whatever. I told her about Meredith giving me her number all those months ago, and she bristled at that back then.
“Telling her that was stupid,” I murmur to myself as I pull intothe players’ lot and park.
But honesty is our policy.
Once I’m out of the car, I decide I’ll tell Madison everything the second I get home. I’ll share with her not only who the interview was with, but also that I feared her reaction to that knowledge.
Yeah, I’m just going to be honest and blunt, like how we agreed we’d be.
We have such a good relationship.
I don’t want to mess it up.
I make my way into the facility and to the conference room where the interview is to be held.
When I step inside, I see Meredith is already here, seated in a chair about halfway down a long table.
She stands when she sees me, and—Jesus, really?—it’s clear she has on what has to be the tightest siren-red micro-dress I think I’ve ever seen. She’s also wearing shiny, high black boots.
This is clearly not appropriate interview attire. I mean, here I am in faded jeans, a long-sleeved blue tech top, and athletic shoes.
Not to sound full of myself, but she obviously chose this outfit for me.
Too bad for her, I have no interest whatsoever.
Man, I must really love Madison. The old me would’ve probably bent this woman over the table, hiked that dress up, and fucked her senseless.
“Hey, Lennox,” Meredith says flirtatiously, holding out her hand and breaking me from my reverie as I walk over to greet her. “It’s good to see you again.”
We shake, and I make sure it’s the same way I’d shake a man’s hand. I don’t want to lead her on. I want this to be professional, as it should be.
Pulling my hand away quickly, I head over to the other side of the table and sit down across from her.
“Nice to see you again too,” I finally reply.
“How have things been?” she asks.
“Great,” I say curtly.
Enough with the small talk.It’s time to get down to business.
Let’s get this shit over and done with.
To move things along, I tell Meredith that I’m on a tight schedule this morning, though I’m totally not. I just want to make this as fast as possible.
“Of course,” she says as she straightens the papers in front of her, looking a little disappointed.
Too bad, Meredith.
This is not going to go your way.
Thankfully, everything turns professional at this point. Meredith asks me questions about the team, the season so far, and my own accomplishments.
After rustling through her notes, she says, “I see you’ve racked up quite a few goals and assists. I have here that you’re on track to beat your totals from last year.”
“That’s true,” I confirm proudly with a nod. “I just need to stay focused.”
“I’m sure you will,” she replies with a warm smile. “You seem like a guy who knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to get it.”
