I didn’t regret it that much, but I regretted it a little.
For one thing, I could have maybe not let the man come inside of me. That had been irresponsible. Yes, I was on the pill, but I didn’t know where he had been, and he didn’t know where I had been. I had never in my life before then just believed a guy when he had said that he was clean so I would let him have raw sex with me. If someone really wanted it, they wouldn’t be above lying to get it. Dante had the money and reason to take care of himself, but still. That was not a shining moment for me.
I didn’t know why I was panicking so much. Who the hell said that Dante even wanted to do anything with me again? He had maybe hinted at it a little, but who said he was serious. I couldn’t treat him like he didn’t have a reputation. That was not something I could afford to do with this guy. He had one, and I had fallen for him anyway. I hadn’t fallen fallen, but I had crossed a line that was impossible to uncross. There was no way he was as worried about all of this as I was. He was used to fucking women—and ditching them—and I… I had to be that woman this time.
Focusing on the pieces I was going to run was more important than worrying about whether Dante Rock would ever feel horny enough to touch me again, and whether I would let him. I had to think about work , the same way I had made him cut out all distractions so that he could think about work.
I could talk to Dante all I wanted. What I had had to do next was make sure that his management knew what was going on. I wasn’t asking for much , just access to him for the rest of the season. The interviews would not take up any of the time that he had to dedicate to things like training, press, and actual games. He would be there for them when they needed him. All I needed was access to him for the rest of the time.
His agent was fully on board. He had sounded more excited by the thought than you would think he should have been. Maybe he thought this was a way to score Dante some brand deals or something. Talking to the coach and manager had been next. I also spoke to the person in charge of the Yellow Jackets’ public relations. As it turned out, they weren’t the biggest fans of the sort of stories about Dante that would tend to make it to the news and the blogs. They were all in agreement that the stories, a number, between three and five, based on the interviews could potentially be good for him, hence, for them.
They would also be good companion pieces to his success when he finally managed to help the Yellow Jackets get a championship. It would be his first, and I had all the rights to telling the story. That was real power. I couldn’t wait to tell Daniel. I had to wait though, just long enough for me to communicate with Dante’s people a little bit first. I wanted to look like I had my shit together.
I knocked on the door of his office and waited for him to call me in. It was always awkward doing that because his office had glass walls all around. Really, you didn’t have to knock because he could see when someone was at his door, but it was convention. I opened the door up and sat across from him, waiting for him to finish his phone call. He sounded like he was talking to someone from IT because he kept barking at them to talk in English.
Daniel Mathers was my direct superior. He was my boss. He was about as tall as I was when I wore heels but a lot more frantic. He never wore his suit jacket, and he always had his topmost button undone and his sleeves rolled up. The air around him seemed to tingle with manic energy at all times. He was live and yelled often. He slammed the phone down and looked at me. He leaned back in his seat.
“Quinn,” he said, smiling.
“Daniel. How are you?”
“I hope you have good news. How is the story on Rock coming?”
“I do have good news. I was there at their last game, and, well, you must have
For one thing, I could have maybe not let the man come inside of me. That had been irresponsible. Yes, I was on the pill, but I didn’t know where he had been, and he didn’t know where I had been. I had never in my life before then just believed a guy when he had said that he was clean so I would let him have raw sex with me. If someone really wanted it, they wouldn’t be above lying to get it. Dante had the money and reason to take care of himself, but still. That was not a shining moment for me.
I didn’t know why I was panicking so much. Who the hell said that Dante even wanted to do anything with me again? He had maybe hinted at it a little, but who said he was serious. I couldn’t treat him like he didn’t have a reputation. That was not something I could afford to do with this guy. He had one, and I had fallen for him anyway. I hadn’t fallen fallen, but I had crossed a line that was impossible to uncross. There was no way he was as worried about all of this as I was. He was used to fucking women—and ditching them—and I… I had to be that woman this time.
Focusing on the pieces I was going to run was more important than worrying about whether Dante Rock would ever feel horny enough to touch me again, and whether I would let him. I had to think about work , the same way I had made him cut out all distractions so that he could think about work.
I could talk to Dante all I wanted. What I had had to do next was make sure that his management knew what was going on. I wasn’t asking for much , just access to him for the rest of the season. The interviews would not take up any of the time that he had to dedicate to things like training, press, and actual games. He would be there for them when they needed him. All I needed was access to him for the rest of the time.
His agent was fully on board. He had sounded more excited by the thought than you would think he should have been. Maybe he thought this was a way to score Dante some brand deals or something. Talking to the coach and manager had been next. I also spoke to the person in charge of the Yellow Jackets’ public relations. As it turned out, they weren’t the biggest fans of the sort of stories about Dante that would tend to make it to the news and the blogs. They were all in agreement that the stories, a number, between three and five, based on the interviews could potentially be good for him, hence, for them.
They would also be good companion pieces to his success when he finally managed to help the Yellow Jackets get a championship. It would be his first, and I had all the rights to telling the story. That was real power. I couldn’t wait to tell Daniel. I had to wait though, just long enough for me to communicate with Dante’s people a little bit first. I wanted to look like I had my shit together.
I knocked on the door of his office and waited for him to call me in. It was always awkward doing that because his office had glass walls all around. Really, you didn’t have to knock because he could see when someone was at his door, but it was convention. I opened the door up and sat across from him, waiting for him to finish his phone call. He sounded like he was talking to someone from IT because he kept barking at them to talk in English.
Daniel Mathers was my direct superior. He was my boss. He was about as tall as I was when I wore heels but a lot more frantic. He never wore his suit jacket, and he always had his topmost button undone and his sleeves rolled up. The air around him seemed to tingle with manic energy at all times. He was live and yelled often. He slammed the phone down and looked at me. He leaned back in his seat.
“Quinn,” he said, smiling.
“Daniel. How are you?”
“I hope you have good news. How is the story on Rock coming?”
“I do have good news. I was there at their last game, and, well, you must have
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