“Have you heard from Coach yet?” Brian asked.

I shook my head. “I didn’t think I would.”

“At some point, he’s going to bring up this amazing stunt you managed to pull off. That woman you’re working with is good, even if she doesn’t put out.”

I chuckled. I didn’t mention that putting out was exactly what she’d done.

“I think she’s good for you,” Brian said.

I couldn’t argue with that. Brian and I had different opinions about a lot of things. There was a reason I was known as the ass and the irresponsible guy on the team, and Brian quite the opposite.

But this was something I would agree with him on. Lacey was good for me. I wasn’t sure how good yet. That remained to be seen. But I was excited to find out.

When we were done, I walked to the locker room and grabbed my bag. A few of the team members were present, and they all looked at me. I half-expected a snide comment or a rude gesture. They hadn’t been very friendly toward me lately, but neither had anyone pulled any tricks like they had the other day.

No one said anything now though. They all just stared.

“What?” I asked.

They turned back to whatever they were doing. I shook my head and walked to the showers. I was a part of the team, but I always felt a little left out, especially now that I’d been suspended for a while. We were loyal to each other on the field, but off it, it wasn’t the same thing.

When I was done showering, I grabbed my bags and headed to my car. I pulled out my phone and dialed Lacey’s number.

“How you doing, you sexy thing?” I asked.

“Please, call me Lacey,” she said tightly.

Right, she was in the office.

“Lacey,” I said.

I preferred to call her by any number of nicknames that came to the top of my head. Baby, beautiful, you sexy thing. But if she wanted to play it this way, okay.

“I need you to come with me to Jackson Memorial on Friday,” she said. “They want you to come to the children’s wing and spend some time with the kids, hand out some signatures, that kind of thing. After your big donation, they want to do something to thank you.”

“This Friday?” I asked

“Yes, it would be good if you do this before you go back to the game.”

I shrugged. “I guess I can make it. I only had gym on the agenda. I’m making sure I’m staying in shape.”

“Good,” she said. “If we can go just after lunchtime, that will be great.”

She ignored the comment about my body. There I was wanting to find out if she was reminiscing about last night as much as I was, but she was all business today, uptight and stiff. It made me want to do something to help her relax, something that had to do with my dick.

My body throbbed in response to the thoughts of seeing her naked and doing things to her body.

“It won’t interfere with your training schedule?” she asked.

“I thought you told me to jump, and I had to ask how high,” I said.

“That’s not how it works between us, and this isn’t the same thing as the charity event. Our work can’t interfere with your career, but it can, and should, take over your social life. For now, at least.

“Right,” I said. “Well, speaking of how things work between us. Have you thought about yesterday? Because I’m thinking about yesterday all the time.”

“I’m in the office,” she said.

“That’s okay. I can imagine a few ways to put that desk of yours to good use.”

She sighed, sounding a bit torn. I guess I was tempting her a bit too much; I should ease up on the teasing.

“I can’t even respond to that, Hanson,” she said. “I have to go. I have a lot to do today.”

“Don’t go yet,” I said. “Why are you so uptight about this? You don’t want to talk about it?”

“Not in the office, no. And the last time I tried to talk about it, it didn’t go exactly as planned.”

I smiled. It had gone exactly as I had planned. When Lacey had invited me to lunch, sounding so serious about the talk she wanted to have, I had known exactly what she’d wanted to say. The truth was, I hadn’t wanted her to say it. I had just wanted her.

When she’d started talking to me, her body had told me everything her mouth wasn’t telling me. I’d kissed her because she’d wanted more. Because I’d wanted more.

God, every time I thought about her, I wanted more, all over again.

“So, do you want to come over, and we can talk about it later?” I asked.

“I’m not your booty call,” she said, almost in a whisper.

I smiled. I liked the sound of it, but it wasn’t exactly how I saw her. No, a booty call was someone who made it easy to fuck them. Lacey was increasingly difficult and very unpredictable. She was the furthest thing from a booty call.

“I’m not going to be able to see you until Friday, at the hospital,” she said.

“Oh, come on. You can’t make a small space for me, not even after work?”

Why was she so different when we weren’t together?

I supposed that when it was her and me, she could let loose and be herself. But at work she had a certain image to maintain, just like she was always telling me to do.

I imagined her shaking her head, her lips pursed together, and her face serious. I could get her to relax and get the serious mask to slip. I knew what those lips looked like, rounded in a silent scream when she orgasmed. I knew what they tasted like, too.

“I’m sorry, Hanson,” she said. “I’ll see you on Friday. Double check your schedule, and let me know if the afternoon suits you. If it gets in the way of your training, I will see what I can do to move it with the hospital.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “The afternoon works for me. If I don’t manage to fit in my training, I can always think of another way you and I can get in some exercise.”

The line went dead. She’d hung up on me. I chuckled and pocketed my phone.

I knew she’d only hung up on me because she had wanted to keep talking to me all day long. She was fighting off feelings for me, but in the end, her most basic desires would win out.

Holy shit, her stubborn attitude and her hard-to-get ways got me hot under the collar. When she was like this, it just made me want her more. The more she pushed against me, the more I wanted her. And then things happened like the dining room table being repurposed and the limousine becoming somewhere I would consider having sex.

We hadn’t done it there. It had been nothing more than a kiss. But I could arrange for that to change.

I wanted her anywhere I could have her.

Friday, we would go to the hospital, and I would play hero again. And then, afterward, I would take her to my place and show her my super powers. I was eager to be inside of her again. My cock throbbed in anticipation.

Man, it was going to be a long week.