Blitzed (The Alpha Ballers #3) by Lucy Snow Page A

point. “Let’s do it. Just, please, go easy on me.” I threw up my hands. “I’m a little discombobulated right now - we just won our first playoff game in forever!” The last part came out as a shout.

    Lily smiled and pointed to her camera man. I tried to compose myself, and we went ahead with the interview. I tried to be as relaxed and as much like a regular fan as I could, and I thought I pulled it off well!

    After it was over I gave Lily a hug and walked into the locker room. As I made my way there, I thought about Lily and Drake. Of course I had heard about the rumors of those two sneaking around the facility during the preseason, and though I couldn’t really show it at the time, Drake’s celebration and declaration of love during the last preseason game had warmed my heart to no end.

    I was thrilled for the both of them - watching my father over the last few months try and deal with the loss of my mother after so many years of love and companionship had really opened me up to those things - I wanted to celebrate it wherever I could.

    And maybe even find it for myself?

    Just then I got to the locker room and stepped inside. There were some chuckles from the players at my outfit, complete with binoculars, but by now most of the players were used to me sitting with the regular fans.

    I walked straight up to Coach Armstrong and congratulated him on a good game, turning around and addressing the entire team next, congratulating them on their victory and trying to spur them on to next week and the divisional round. Three wins left and they would be champions, remembered forever.

    After I was done talking to the whole team I went around and talked to Lance and Drake, lauding their offensive performance and Drake in particular for letting some other receivers take some of the glory after the Chiefs decided to double up on him. He took it all in stride, and I could see that he had really matured in the last few months. Definitely Patriots material, that Drake Rollins.

    Lance Parker was all smiles too, and I could tell he was eager to get out of the locker room as soon as possible and find Charlotte. Those two were nearly inseparable, and while I had checked over the employee handbook regarding on the job relationships, I couldn’t find it in me to be anything but thrilled for the both of them - they were clearly in love, and if I had heard the rumors correctly, expecting a child soon!

    It was a little weird that given my position I couldn’t really be as buddy buddy with these players and staff members as I might have liked - they all seemed like really interesting people and I would have loved to get to know them on a more personal level, but even I, with my sometimes-weird ideas of how to run a business, couldn’t cross that line so easily.

    I saved Hudson Asher for last. As soon as I had come into the room I knew his eyes had been on me - I could feel them anywhere. But I had pushed through, even though he gave me goosebumps just being there. I knew his post-game routine - a shower, time in the ice water tank, another shower, steam room, and then getting dressed for any media stuff.

    By the time I was done making my rounds with the other players he was back and getting dressed in his street clothes. I tried not to stare as he wrapped a tight shirt around those corded muscles of his, and I tried not to remember how it had felt clinging to those muscles as he took me home on his motorcycle a few nights earlier.

    I tried not to remember it, and I failed, hard. It was too difficult, especially when he stood there, facing away, getting dressed, covering that sexy body of his with the trappings of modern society.

    “Good game,” I said, when I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was getting hot just watching him, and I had to say something.  

    Hud grunted and turned around, raising an eyebrow at me. “Yeah, it was, the whole team played their guts out today. It was a good win,” he added with typical