Bring The Heat: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 1) by KB Winters
Authors: KB Winters
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punched me in the shoulder. “Damn! That’s a tough one to crack. How was she?”
I glared at him, a bubble of protectiveness rising to the surface. “That’s not the point. The point is that I didn’t want this to happen. I’m not a relationship guy, but a girl like her…that’s what she’ll want.”
Robby shrugged. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Like I told you before, she hasn’t had one the whole time I’ve known her. And trust me, I would’ve known. Paris can’t keep a secret for shit.”
I nodded. “Then what does she want with me? She doesn’t date, doesn’t party, but then she goes back to my hotel last night.”
“Maybe she was just horny.”
“I don’t know…” I frowned, my lips forming a thin line. That wasn’t really the problem, was it? The problem was what would happen if that really was all she wanted with me. One night. Done. Finished. Played me. All for a great fuck.
I ached for her. She’d woken up something deep inside of me and I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
* * * *
“All right, gents. Let’s all take our seats. We have an hour to go over this shit and then we need to get ready for the game tomorrow.” Coach Robinson was holding court in the hotel conference room. After an exhausting day of travel, we’d arrived at our posh hotel and had less than an hour to rest before converging in the conference room for a team meeting.
I took a seat beside Robby and sucked down the bottle of water on the table in front of me in two gulps.
“First order of business, the schedule is on the table in front of you. Stick to it or it’ll be your ass doing double drills. After the clusterfuck of a day we’ve had today, I think we all see the value in sticking to things.” He shot a glare at a few people around the room. I supposed they were the ones responsible for the shitty travel day.
“Secondly, we have a new staff member to introduce. She’s going to be working with the PR department. She was living here in Dallas and joining us to go back to Oklahoma City after the game tomorrow. We thought this would be a good introduction. So everyone, let’s give it up for…”
The rest of coach’s words drowned out because the world faded from sight as I craned to look in the direction of his outstretched hand. A woman walked through the double doors, hips swaying, perky tits bouncing, and a Texas-wide smile on her perfect face.
Mother fuck.
She was a ghost. A nightmare. A walking memory.
I gripped the edge of the table, trying to anchor myself in place before I got swept away with the tidal wave of fury cresting inside of me.
Coach beamed, oblivious to my unrest. “Summer Pratt, from all of us, we welcome you to the Warriors and hope your time with us will be enjoyable and successful.”
“Thank you, Coach Robinson,” she drawled, her Southern accent poured on like honey.
Damn it, Summer. What the fuck are you doing here?
She smiled at everyone sitting at the table, and her eyes came to rest on my face. Her smile tugged up another fraction of an inch and her eyes went wider. Not with surprise. No. She knew I’d be here, in this room, surrounded by my team and unable to release all the things I wanted to say—scream—at her.
She kept her eyes trained on mine. “It’s such a pleasure to be here.”
Coach picked up, offering her a seat, and then went into talking about the upcoming game, but my ears felt like cotton balls were stuffed inside them. All sound and thoughts were muffled. It was all I could do to keep from glaring at Summer from my place at the opposite end of the long conference table.
When the meeting came to a conclusion, Robby jumped up first and clapped me on the shoulder. “Let’s go, Wright! I got Lawrence and Henderson to agree to go too. We’re gonna live it up.”
I nodded, only vaguely hearing him. Summer rose from her seat and took her time smoothing her hands over the curves of her waist and hips, ironing out invisible wrinkles in
I glared at him, a bubble of protectiveness rising to the surface. “That’s not the point. The point is that I didn’t want this to happen. I’m not a relationship guy, but a girl like her…that’s what she’ll want.”
Robby shrugged. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Like I told you before, she hasn’t had one the whole time I’ve known her. And trust me, I would’ve known. Paris can’t keep a secret for shit.”
I nodded. “Then what does she want with me? She doesn’t date, doesn’t party, but then she goes back to my hotel last night.”
“Maybe she was just horny.”
“I don’t know…” I frowned, my lips forming a thin line. That wasn’t really the problem, was it? The problem was what would happen if that really was all she wanted with me. One night. Done. Finished. Played me. All for a great fuck.
I ached for her. She’d woken up something deep inside of me and I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
* * * *
“All right, gents. Let’s all take our seats. We have an hour to go over this shit and then we need to get ready for the game tomorrow.” Coach Robinson was holding court in the hotel conference room. After an exhausting day of travel, we’d arrived at our posh hotel and had less than an hour to rest before converging in the conference room for a team meeting.
I took a seat beside Robby and sucked down the bottle of water on the table in front of me in two gulps.
“First order of business, the schedule is on the table in front of you. Stick to it or it’ll be your ass doing double drills. After the clusterfuck of a day we’ve had today, I think we all see the value in sticking to things.” He shot a glare at a few people around the room. I supposed they were the ones responsible for the shitty travel day.
“Secondly, we have a new staff member to introduce. She’s going to be working with the PR department. She was living here in Dallas and joining us to go back to Oklahoma City after the game tomorrow. We thought this would be a good introduction. So everyone, let’s give it up for…”
The rest of coach’s words drowned out because the world faded from sight as I craned to look in the direction of his outstretched hand. A woman walked through the double doors, hips swaying, perky tits bouncing, and a Texas-wide smile on her perfect face.
Mother fuck.
She was a ghost. A nightmare. A walking memory.
I gripped the edge of the table, trying to anchor myself in place before I got swept away with the tidal wave of fury cresting inside of me.
Coach beamed, oblivious to my unrest. “Summer Pratt, from all of us, we welcome you to the Warriors and hope your time with us will be enjoyable and successful.”
“Thank you, Coach Robinson,” she drawled, her Southern accent poured on like honey.
Damn it, Summer. What the fuck are you doing here?
She smiled at everyone sitting at the table, and her eyes came to rest on my face. Her smile tugged up another fraction of an inch and her eyes went wider. Not with surprise. No. She knew I’d be here, in this room, surrounded by my team and unable to release all the things I wanted to say—scream—at her.
She kept her eyes trained on mine. “It’s such a pleasure to be here.”
Coach picked up, offering her a seat, and then went into talking about the upcoming game, but my ears felt like cotton balls were stuffed inside them. All sound and thoughts were muffled. It was all I could do to keep from glaring at Summer from my place at the opposite end of the long conference table.
When the meeting came to a conclusion, Robby jumped up first and clapped me on the shoulder. “Let’s go, Wright! I got Lawrence and Henderson to agree to go too. We’re gonna live it up.”
I nodded, only vaguely hearing him. Summer rose from her seat and took her time smoothing her hands over the curves of her waist and hips, ironing out invisible wrinkles in
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