Chapter Four - Kyle
I didn’t think she’d follow me to the shower. I thought I’d successfully managed to get rid of her. What was evident from her body language was that she wasn’t as turned on by me as I was by her. But, then again, I was in the mood for a fuck. I still had the chemicals of victory running through my veins and I was desperate to get them out. I wanted her body. I wanted to feel that ass, run my fingers over her nipples… Or was it anybody’s ass I wanted? I wasn’t sure, and I was hoping that if she left me alone I could go ahead and invite someone else into the shower. One of the girls outside – maybe the one who had licked her lips when I grazed her hand.
But Erica followed me all the way to the row of showers. The last one was always reserved for me, and I walked silently towards it. I could hear her heels clicking against the tiles as she hurried behind me.
“So can I start asking you the questions?” I heard her say. I didn’t bother turning around. I thought I detected annoyance in her voice. If she was so annoyed with me, why didn’t she just leave me alone?
“Shoot,” I said as I walked up to the shower and pulled the curtain aside. Some of my teammates were in the other cubicles, the water streaming down loudly.
Erica tucked a handful of hair behind her ear and stared back at me with those large blue eyes. I was reminded again of how luscious those lips were and I felt my dick stir. “Firstly, your training schedule.” She said it with such mathematical precision. I rolled my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked and I stepped into the shower cubicle.
“This isn’t what I want to talk about right after a game. I want to celebrate,” I said, positioning myself right under the showerhead. I was surprised and maybe even a little offended that she hadn’t been staring at my body. That she had barely noticed my dick. What was she made of? Steel?
“So what do you want me to ask you? About how you’ve been voted as the sexiest man in the country?” She threw the words at me, and I saw the sudden anger in her eyes. I had no idea why she was pissed off with me, but I laughed. Her cheeks had turned a dark red and her eyes had narrowed. I wanted to tear that shirt off her.
“If you want,” I said and this time, it was she who rolled her eyes.
“Like I said before, Kyle, this is a serious interview. I’m sorry that you don’t want to talk about this right after your game, but I’m just doing my job.” Erica shrugged and hooked a hand on her protruding waist. The notebook in her other hand swung against her thigh. I noticed those long legs, those slender long arms, the way her breasts bulged, and the fire in her eyes. I bit down on my lips and smiled.
“Do you think I’m being difficult, Erica?” I asked her and I spread my arms, placing my palms on the walls on either side of me. I was splayed for her, for her pleasure, for her eyes to feast on. I saw her gaze drop, her eyes subtly moved over my body, but she tried to maintain the intense look on her face.
“I’m not your babysitter Kyle, but yes, I would like to get this over with as fast as you do,” she said and raised an eyebrow. This still wasn’t the reaction I had been hoping for. I wanted to fuck her, or someone, or her, or anyone. I couldn’t be sure anymore. All I knew was that I wanted to see her naked.
“I’ll tell you what – I’ll answer all your questions if you step into this shower with me,” I said with a smirk and I watched her face change. She looked like she had taken offense, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“Excuse me? I think you’ve misunderstood what I’m here to do,” she said, but I had heard her voice shake. I had made her nervous.
“You want an interview with me, get in the shower,” I said, my smile disappearing from my face. I was desperate for her body now. I wondered if she could see it in my throbbing dick.
“I don’t have to do it,” she said, meeting my gaze confidently. Now I wanted her even more.
“Of course you don’t. It’s your choice. You can always come back later. My manager can set it up,” I said and shrugged. It wouldn’t kill me if she said no and walked away, but I truly wanted those clothes ripped.
I could see that she was thinking about it. Her brows were wrinkled and she was licking her lips. I mean, who would refuse an offer like this? There would be thousands of women who would happily oblige. What was taking her so long?
Now I saw her fully look at me, her eyes ran over my navel, then went down till they focused on what was between my legs. I could see her professional exterior crack a little. She needed that interview. She was going to get into the shower with me and feel my dick up against her ass. She was working it all out in her head, and no matter how moralistic and professional Erica Lee wanted to be, at the end of the day, she was just like any other hot-blooded young woman. She wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity.
“How will I take my notes?” she asked. I couldn’t help but laugh.