personal with that side of him already. Right from day one of this crap assignment.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Worse.”
“Well if it’s any consolation, it’s only temporary.”
“Thank God for that.”
“What’s his issue, anyway?”
“He’s an asshole.”
“Yeah, no I meant what’s the injury?”
“Grade two groin sprain.”
“Wow. That’s…interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can count on Evan Marshall to exploit that for sure.”
My shoulders slumped. “He’s already started.”
He looked at me sideways. “He’s already tried to get in your pants, hasn’t he?”
I couldn’t tell him about the kiss. “No, nothing that direct, but Evan is a jerk. Even Dr. Jeffries told me to ‘take one for the team’ , so to speak.”
“Okay let’s change the subject before I end up having a word with the dickhead. You’re way too nice to deserve that from somebody like him.”
“Awww, thanks.” I took another sip of my wine, happy that we were moving on from this topic. Nick was the wrong guy to tell about Evan and his antics.
I took in a relieved lungful of air when my bar-b-q sampler and fried mushrooms came out. Nick’s plate was piled high with two large racks of ribs.
“Gosh, it all looks so good. I needed this. Thanks for convincing me to come out.” Taking a piece of my favorite St. Louis styled ribs, I took a bite. I closed my eyes and moaned as the taste hit my mouth. It was like heaven.
“That’s why going to dinner with you is always a blast. I may actually enjoy the sound of you eating more than anything on my plate…and trust me, I love ribs.”
That was a good reminder to keep my orgasmic moaning to a minimum while I was with him. I’d save it for my nights out with Kristy or one of my other girlfriends. We could embarrass the heck out of ourselves with the happy noises we made.
“Tell me more about how things are going with the soccer crew,” I said, glad the energy between us was lighter now.
I listened while he told me all about the team members he worked with, their strengths, how hard his athletes trained for every game. This was why I valued our friendship. We had so much in common, career-wise, and I enjoyed spending time with him. I felt no chemistry between us, but that was the point of my wanting to keep our connection alive. Nick was even-keeled, smart, funny, and although he wanted to sleep with me, that wasn’t only thing on his mind when we hung out.
Evan was the opposite. Aggressive bordering on brutish, loud and annoying, demanding, and he only had two things on his mind—football and women.
No.
Football and sex.
Which was why I disliked the way he’d excited me without trying to. I wanted to scold myself for thinking about him, for letting him kiss me. I could punish my traitorous body for responding to his wild, rough, overpowering nature, for the storm of emotions and sensations that overwhelmed my body and mind because of him. Like right now, because in only a few moments of thinking about him, I didn’t know whether it was just me or the room suddenly got hotter.
“Are you all right?” Nick asked. “You look a little flushed.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” I said, waving it off. “It’s the wine…going to my head.”
“Maybe you should take a pass on the fourth glass,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t want you fainting or anything.”
“You’re probably right. My plate’s pretty much done too. I should head home.”
“Me too.” The look he gave me made brought back all my guilt about not being into him. Our lives would be so much easier if I were into him…or if he were dating someone else.
After we finished up, I went outside to get some fresh air while Nick took care of the bill. He came out and put an arm around my shoulders. “Feeling better?”
“Not really. It’s going to be another long day tomorrow.”
“Let’s get you home.”
It was a short ride, thank God, and he let me off without getting
“That bad, huh?”
“Worse.”
“Well if it’s any consolation, it’s only temporary.”
“Thank God for that.”
“What’s his issue, anyway?”
“He’s an asshole.”
“Yeah, no I meant what’s the injury?”
“Grade two groin sprain.”
“Wow. That’s…interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can count on Evan Marshall to exploit that for sure.”
My shoulders slumped. “He’s already started.”
He looked at me sideways. “He’s already tried to get in your pants, hasn’t he?”
I couldn’t tell him about the kiss. “No, nothing that direct, but Evan is a jerk. Even Dr. Jeffries told me to ‘take one for the team’ , so to speak.”
“Okay let’s change the subject before I end up having a word with the dickhead. You’re way too nice to deserve that from somebody like him.”
“Awww, thanks.” I took another sip of my wine, happy that we were moving on from this topic. Nick was the wrong guy to tell about Evan and his antics.
I took in a relieved lungful of air when my bar-b-q sampler and fried mushrooms came out. Nick’s plate was piled high with two large racks of ribs.
“Gosh, it all looks so good. I needed this. Thanks for convincing me to come out.” Taking a piece of my favorite St. Louis styled ribs, I took a bite. I closed my eyes and moaned as the taste hit my mouth. It was like heaven.
“That’s why going to dinner with you is always a blast. I may actually enjoy the sound of you eating more than anything on my plate…and trust me, I love ribs.”
That was a good reminder to keep my orgasmic moaning to a minimum while I was with him. I’d save it for my nights out with Kristy or one of my other girlfriends. We could embarrass the heck out of ourselves with the happy noises we made.
“Tell me more about how things are going with the soccer crew,” I said, glad the energy between us was lighter now.
I listened while he told me all about the team members he worked with, their strengths, how hard his athletes trained for every game. This was why I valued our friendship. We had so much in common, career-wise, and I enjoyed spending time with him. I felt no chemistry between us, but that was the point of my wanting to keep our connection alive. Nick was even-keeled, smart, funny, and although he wanted to sleep with me, that wasn’t only thing on his mind when we hung out.
Evan was the opposite. Aggressive bordering on brutish, loud and annoying, demanding, and he only had two things on his mind—football and women.
No.
Football and sex.
Which was why I disliked the way he’d excited me without trying to. I wanted to scold myself for thinking about him, for letting him kiss me. I could punish my traitorous body for responding to his wild, rough, overpowering nature, for the storm of emotions and sensations that overwhelmed my body and mind because of him. Like right now, because in only a few moments of thinking about him, I didn’t know whether it was just me or the room suddenly got hotter.
“Are you all right?” Nick asked. “You look a little flushed.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” I said, waving it off. “It’s the wine…going to my head.”
“Maybe you should take a pass on the fourth glass,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t want you fainting or anything.”
“You’re probably right. My plate’s pretty much done too. I should head home.”
“Me too.” The look he gave me made brought back all my guilt about not being into him. Our lives would be so much easier if I were into him…or if he were dating someone else.
After we finished up, I went outside to get some fresh air while Nick took care of the bill. He came out and put an arm around my shoulders. “Feeling better?”
“Not really. It’s going to be another long day tomorrow.”
“Let’s get you home.”
It was a short ride, thank God, and he let me off without getting
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