"Hello?"

Her voice is so sexy.

"What are you wearing?

"Again with that?"

"Please tell me it's one of those skirts that makes you look part librarian, part stripper, part Lois Lane, part video vixen."

"You have a serious mental problem."

"That's what the team psychologist told me when I was licking her–"

"Shut up right this minute."

I can't help but laugh out loud. I love getting under her skin. She is immune to my usual Stevenson charm, and I find it utterly intriguing and refreshing.

"And stop laughing like that. What do you want? The adults are working."

"Just checking in on my favorite financial manager."

"I'm your only financial manager."

"Did you watch the game?"

"Yep."

"Good girl. So did you learn anything?"

"I finally understand where the red zone is, and thanks to you, I know what interceptions and fumbles look like."

She's such a smartass.

"You should probably be a little nicer to your ticket out of loserville."

"I don't know where such a land exists."

"Is that right? Well I did my homework too, Miss White. Your client roster consists of reality show wannabes, and let's face it, I'm prime time. So yeah, I'm the one that's going to make you a star at Carson Financial and get you out of a cubicle and into a corner office."

She sighs heavily. No doubt tired of hearing the unfiltered truth.

"If you don't have any pressing business to discuss, I need to get back to my life, ball boy."

Why is she always trying to get rid of me?

"Do you talk to all of your clients this way?"

"Just the frustrating one."

"Well this call is about business. I think I'm going to buy a new car when I get back into town. Want to help me pick it out?"

That was so random. I don't need or want another car, but I'm not ready to hang up with her. I enjoy talking to her. Playing with her. Plus I'm waiting to see just how long it's going to take her to remember who I am. Is she going to force me to start dropping obvious hints?

"You already have a car."

"I want a nicer one."

"For what?"

"Because it's nicer."

"Are you ten years old?" she scoffs. "As your new business manager I would strongly advise against that sort of impulsive purchase. Cars depreciate right off the lot. It's not a sound investment. Leonardo DiCaprio drives a Prius. Just one."

"Does every purchase have to make complete fiscal and ecological sense when I'm a millionaire? And what the hell do I care about what some soft, baby-faced actor drives."

This woman is so serious. Way too serious and way too rigid for her own good. I'm going to have to save her from herself.

"Eww, who calls themselves that?"

"Calls themselves what?"

"A millionaire."

"Is it obnoxious to say when it's the truth?"

"Totally obnoxious. Especially from someone like you. I'd expect this sort of behavior from someone who doesn't know any better, but didn't you grow up with money?"

"We did okay."

"Oh please. Let me ask you something, Mr. Stevenson–"

She says my name like it physically makes her ill. This conversation is definitely not headed in the right direction.

"Why did you hire Carson Financial? Why me? The complete truth. If that's even possible for you."

I'm not a hundred percent sure what I'm doing myself. I just know that there was something endearing about her when I met her three years ago. She was alone, drunk and gorgeous. Not to mention that she had zero clue who I was which was something I hadn't experienced in a while. Even back then a lot of people knew my face. So when she didn't, I liked it. I felt normal.

Then I see her again years later. Filled out in all the right places. Sexy as all hell. Funny even though she doesn't know it. And still no clue who I was. And I couldn't help myself. There's something about her that I'm totally drawn to. She's not like the cleat chasers that I'm used to fucking or the models that I use as arm candy. Filling a void in her life with my success is not her end game. She has her own life. Her own goals and dreams. And she could care less that I could help her get there faster. She wants to forge her own path. Who wouldn't be attracted to that all wrapped up in a mouth watering, curvy, package?

I can't say that I know exactly what I'm doing with this woman. This is totally out of character for me. Ever since Adrianna, all I've had are a variety of expendable women in and out of my life. Nothing serious. Nothing even past seven days. But Sabrina isn't that. And until I'm sure what's happening here, I decide to stretch the truth a bit and tell her what I think she needs to hear in order to continue working for me.

"I won't be a football player forever, and I don't want to be one of those broke players begging for work from the league in fifteen years. You asked me what I want from you. Well what I need is some additional income coming in. I need endorsements."

"I could live forever on the interest alone of twenty-two million dollars."

"Well I'm sure that you and I live very different lifestyles. Mine requires a certain amount of funding since I like to go out and live a little. I don't just work, work, work like some people I know."

"Some of us have to work harder than others to make a living," her voice rises. "Some of us will always have to work harder than others to get ahead in life. In my opinion, what you really need is someone to help you make smarter decisions about the money you already have coming in."

"Pretty sure that's the same thing that I just said."

"Not the same thing."

"Did you ever tell me what you were wearing?"

"Oh my God, you promised."

"Wait–what did I promise again?"

"That you would behave and act like an adult if I allowed you to basically strong arm me into working for you."

"I am on my best behavior, Miss White. Especially when I've been at war on the field all day with a bunch of men who want nothing else but to kill me. Especially when what I really want to do is fly to New York and lay my head in between somewhere soft, warm, wet and very much female."

No quick retort to that comment.

Good.

I'm hoping she's visualizing the scene I just set for her. Me laying my head right at the juncture where the inside of her thigh and hip meet. My mouth salivating at what's awaiting me there.

When it's soft and beautiful, and I already know that Sabrina's is, there's nothing more satisfying then eating a woman to climax. I have to stroke myself a couple times just imagining it. I find myself doing that a lot lately since I've hired Sabrina.

"You're exhausting," was her only comeback.

I grin to myself.

I'm making progress.

She's definitely warming up to me.