TouchBack (BWWM, Billionaire, Sports, Pregnancy) by Tamara Adams Page B

Damn it. A reporter. He knew as well as anyone that reporters could make or make an athletes career. He always treaded carefully with them and said as little as possible.
                  So much for getting laid.
                  "What's this about?"
                  "I'm investigating the widespread use of steroids in professional sports. Can we sit and talk for a bit?"
                  He scowled at her. That was not a topic anyone wanted to be quoted on. And to be honest, it pissed him off.
                  "I'm afraid not. Have a good day."
                  He pulled his shirt on and turned his back on her.
                  It was really too bad though.
                 
     
     
     
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                  "Mr. Manning…"
                  Veronica stared in frustration at his broad, muscular back. Stockard Manning was the star quarterback. If he wouldn't talk to her, it was unlikely any of the other players would.
                  She squared her shoulders.
                  So she'd make him talk to her.
                  "Is it true that it's an open secret that many top athletes use performance inhancing drugs?"
                  He glanced over his shoulder at her as he pulled his shirt on. Too bad.
                  Stockard had a really nice back.
                  Where had that come from? She was here to work, not ogle the players! Even if they did have beautiful dark green eyes. Or handsome faces. And absolutely phenomenal bodies…
                  Another player walked into the locker room half naked. She grimaced and turned away. Well, not all of them had good bodies apparently.
                  Probably a line backer. They were paid to keep themselves hefty. That didn't mean they weren't a part of the scandal. She racked her brain trying to remember his name. She'd been studying the team and the key players all week.
                  Randall Davis.
                  "Mr. Davis, I was wondering if I could take a moment of your time."
                  The man turned to her, the annoyance in his face rapidly replaced by an eager, lusty grin.
                  "Well hello sweetheart. You can have more than that."
                  She heaved a sigh of relief. If Stockard wasn't going to speak to her, then maybe some of the other players would.
                  "I'm Veronica Franklin. I'm here from the Post News."
                  She held out her recorder and watched as Randall's face changed from lust to disgust.
                  "Forget it sweetheart. Take a hike. Unless you want to yank my chain."
                  Her jaw dropped as he pulled away his towel, making sure she got a good look at his 'chain'. She turned away quickly, not ready to give up.
                  "Mr. Davis, would you care to comment on the widespread use of steroids in the league? How common is it?"
                  He grunted behind her but said nothing.
                  "Mr. Davis, have you ever been tempted to use performance enhancing drugs."
                  She felt him move up behind her until his gut bumped into her back.
                  "Sure."
                  She exhaled, staring at the ground.
                  "You have? Which kind exactly and under what circumstances?"
                  "Viagra. And if you come home with me, I'll show you which circumstances."
                  His hand came down on her shoulder. Veronica froze. This was sexual harassment of the worst kind. He must know that she'd never say a thing.
                  Not if she wanted to continue working.
                  Snap out of