pointed to her crotch. “Still sore as hell. Let me tell you.”
“Please don’t.”
“So you didn’t get any dick last night?”
“No. Almost. Well, sort of. He …” I glanced to the closed door and lowered my voice. “He went down on me. And, oh my god, it was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
She smiled and leaned over, her necklace swinging over her super-pushed-up boobs in her sea green top. “That good, huh?”
“Mind blowing. I can’t even describe it.” I blushed at the memory. “He was sort of frustrated, and then a little rough, and he’s got such a dirty mouth on him.”
She scooted her blonde locks to one side of her neck and fanned the other with her hand. “Did I pick the wrong player?”
“I don’t know where he learned his, um, technique, but a girl could get used to it.” I dropped my gaze as embarrassment heated my skin.
“So why no dick?”
“His sister was in a car wreck. We went to the hospital to visit her.”
“Oh, shit.” She sat back up. “She okay?”
“Yeah. But he was worried. It was cute. You can tell they have a really tight bond.”
“Well, as long as everything turned out all right. Except for you not getting dick. That shit’s never all right. When are you seeing him again?”
“I don’t know. I figure they have games soon, so maybe he won’t have a lot of time for me.” I didn’t know if I hoped my statement was or wasn’t true. Thinking about him, craving him—I already did these things far too much. I couldn’t let myself fall for a player again. Could I?
“Pull up their schedule.” She pointed at my monitor.
“Good idea, though not the best use of company resources.” I tapped away on the keys, searching for the Ravens.
A list of websites popped up, but across the top was an images tab. Easton’s handsome face caught my eye. I clicked on it. He wasn’t alone in the photo. A hot blonde was under his arm. I scrolled down. Photo after photo of Easton with different women. So many.
Nikki started nibbling on her fingernail. “Kyrie, don’t—”
“Don’t what? Don’t see what sort of man Easton is?” My eyes began to water again, but not from mirth. “This one was taken just a month ago.” I pointed to a photo of Easton, a redhead under each arm and lipstick kisses on his cheeks.
My heart grew cold and my ears heated. My fingers fell numb as I scrolled down, more pictures of Easton kissing strange women, groping them, letting them sit on his lap.
Nikki came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. “They’re professional athletes. Women are always going to be throwing themselves at them. Stop looking.”
I took my glasses off and tossed them down on my desk. “They might throw themselves, but that doesn’t mean that Easton had to catch every last one of them.”
I brushed her hands off me, and she returned to the desk, her smile gone.
“Jesus. I can’t believe I almost let him fuck me. God, I’m so stupid.” So many dark thoughts and memories flitted through my head that I had to close my eyes against the onslaught. “He’s the same as the rest of them. The same as…” I didn’t say his name. I wouldn’t.
“You’re being too hard on him. He didn’t know you then. Give him a ch—”
“Just go. Please.” I tried not to blame her for getting my hopes up. But I wouldn’t have met Easton if it weren’t for her.
“Kyrie.” Her voice gentled, all sarcasm gone. “Don’t be so hard on him. He’s not the same as—”
“Don’t say his name.” My voice rose, anger tingeing the words and making them ugly. “Leave.”
“Okay. If that’s what you want. But I’m here if you want to talk.” Nikki left, closing the door behind her.
I crumpled in my chair, letting the tears plop onto my navy skirt. At least I’d learned what Easton was truly like before I’d given him any more of me. Baseball players were just that—players. And I was a fool for thinking Easton could ever be
“Please don’t.”
“So you didn’t get any dick last night?”
“No. Almost. Well, sort of. He …” I glanced to the closed door and lowered my voice. “He went down on me. And, oh my god, it was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
She smiled and leaned over, her necklace swinging over her super-pushed-up boobs in her sea green top. “That good, huh?”
“Mind blowing. I can’t even describe it.” I blushed at the memory. “He was sort of frustrated, and then a little rough, and he’s got such a dirty mouth on him.”
She scooted her blonde locks to one side of her neck and fanned the other with her hand. “Did I pick the wrong player?”
“I don’t know where he learned his, um, technique, but a girl could get used to it.” I dropped my gaze as embarrassment heated my skin.
“So why no dick?”
“His sister was in a car wreck. We went to the hospital to visit her.”
“Oh, shit.” She sat back up. “She okay?”
“Yeah. But he was worried. It was cute. You can tell they have a really tight bond.”
“Well, as long as everything turned out all right. Except for you not getting dick. That shit’s never all right. When are you seeing him again?”
“I don’t know. I figure they have games soon, so maybe he won’t have a lot of time for me.” I didn’t know if I hoped my statement was or wasn’t true. Thinking about him, craving him—I already did these things far too much. I couldn’t let myself fall for a player again. Could I?
“Pull up their schedule.” She pointed at my monitor.
“Good idea, though not the best use of company resources.” I tapped away on the keys, searching for the Ravens.
A list of websites popped up, but across the top was an images tab. Easton’s handsome face caught my eye. I clicked on it. He wasn’t alone in the photo. A hot blonde was under his arm. I scrolled down. Photo after photo of Easton with different women. So many.
Nikki started nibbling on her fingernail. “Kyrie, don’t—”
“Don’t what? Don’t see what sort of man Easton is?” My eyes began to water again, but not from mirth. “This one was taken just a month ago.” I pointed to a photo of Easton, a redhead under each arm and lipstick kisses on his cheeks.
My heart grew cold and my ears heated. My fingers fell numb as I scrolled down, more pictures of Easton kissing strange women, groping them, letting them sit on his lap.
Nikki came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. “They’re professional athletes. Women are always going to be throwing themselves at them. Stop looking.”
I took my glasses off and tossed them down on my desk. “They might throw themselves, but that doesn’t mean that Easton had to catch every last one of them.”
I brushed her hands off me, and she returned to the desk, her smile gone.
“Jesus. I can’t believe I almost let him fuck me. God, I’m so stupid.” So many dark thoughts and memories flitted through my head that I had to close my eyes against the onslaught. “He’s the same as the rest of them. The same as…” I didn’t say his name. I wouldn’t.
“You’re being too hard on him. He didn’t know you then. Give him a ch—”
“Just go. Please.” I tried not to blame her for getting my hopes up. But I wouldn’t have met Easton if it weren’t for her.
“Kyrie.” Her voice gentled, all sarcasm gone. “Don’t be so hard on him. He’s not the same as—”
“Don’t say his name.” My voice rose, anger tingeing the words and making them ugly. “Leave.”
“Okay. If that’s what you want. But I’m here if you want to talk.” Nikki left, closing the door behind her.
I crumpled in my chair, letting the tears plop onto my navy skirt. At least I’d learned what Easton was truly like before I’d given him any more of me. Baseball players were just that—players. And I was a fool for thinking Easton could ever be
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