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by Suzanne Hart


  They nodded and heaved him off the field.

  When I looked at Russ again, I saw him talking to another man I hadn’t seen before. I started to jog towards him, but as I got closer and caught wind of his thick, auburn hair, his broad shoulders, his strong jaw, and his smoldering hazel eyes, I slowed down. My walking nearly reached a crawl as I adjusted and readjusted my top around my curved hips and the shorts that might have ridden up the inside of my thighs. I reached up to fix my ponytail, hoping that my makeup still looked the way it did when I put it on that morning.

  “What’s the news, Dr. Waters?” Russ asked when I was within earshot.

  I shrugged. “Heat exhaustion. He’ll be fine.”

  Russ nodded, his worried expression transformed as he let out a chuckle. “I bet you don’t know nothin’ about that. Right, Iowa?”

  I gave him a tight smile, doing my best to ignore the condescension, and turned my attention to the man standing next to him. Despite the impossible heat, he looked as comfortable as ever in his polo shirt and button down pants. The Jimmy Choo dress shoes told me he was someone important. “Chet Blackwood.” He held out his hand to me.

  My eyes widened at the name. I cleared my throat. “Dr. Dahlia Waters.” I tried not to look starstruck.

  “All right,” Russ clapped his hands. “I need to get back to the game.”

  Chet slapped him on the back. “Start off the season with a bang.”

  He nodded and jogged off.

  Chet turned his attention to me, a smile stretching across his face that made his eyes twinkle. “Wow what a name.”

  I loved the way he wrapped those words in that accent. It somehow made him even hotter. “I know. I remind you of one of the most notorious Hollywood murders of all time.” I said in a tired voice.

  He nodded slowly. “Right. I s’pose you get that a lot.”

  I watched him cross his arms as he turned to face the field, trying not to think about what they might feel like wrapped around me. I banished that thought from my mind as soon as it occurred. This was the owner of the whole damn team. And besides… I had a boyfriend. I followed his gaze.

  “So, how do you like it?”

  “The game? The weather? The job?”

  He shrugged, an intoxicating chuckle coming out of his mouth before he said, “All three?”

  “The game is pretty good.”

  I felt him look at me, so I returned his gaze.

  “You’re not particularly a football fan, are you?”

  I glowered at him. “How would you know?”

  He smirked. “The game is a snooze. We’re three touchdowns up, and it’s the end of the third quarter. An obvious win.”

  “Is that not good?”

  He shrugged. “I like to watch a struggle.”

  There was something inadvertently sexy about those words. “I prefer a certainty.”

  “You’re a doctor. I would hope so.”

  I bent over to grab another water from my ice pack. One small, deviant part of me hoped he was getting an eyeful of my ass. “The weather is impossible. I don’t know how I’m ever gonna get used to this heat.” I took a generous swig of the water.

  He lifted one of those perfect eyebrows at that. “Sure, well. You’ll get used to it. You’re gonna be out on hot fields a lot.” His gaze didn’t waver as he said that.

  I cleared my throat. “W-will you be out here a lot, too?”

  He smiled. “I love the games, love. But I’ll be right up there,” He pointed up at the box just above the top row of the section on top of the main entrance. It looked cool up there. I imagined a hearty draft of AC as people mulled around with their drinks in hand. What a place. “I can see everything from up there… even you.”

  Had he been watching me? I was speechless in his gaze, paralyzed in the attention.

  “And the job?”

  I nodded. “Interesting.” My mind wrestled with a need to run far far away and an urge to take him into my arms. I expelled that thought too. This was so wrong. But I couldn’t deny the way my body was reacting to him. “I thought I’d be in some sort of medical Siberia out here. But it’s actually a lot like being in an ER.”

  “Siberia? What, was this great team not your first choice?”

  My skin turned beet red. “N-no. I actually thought I’d be a surgeon. So, uh, I’m perfectly capable of thinking on my feet.” I cleared my throat at the end, shutting that down. When I looked up at him again, he was checking his watch. His attention had gone. I knew it.

  But when his gaze found me again, I saw that same, earnest intent. “Well, It’s about time I get back to my cage.”

  But his eyes lingered on me, and when we shook hands again, he held mine long enough for me to start imagining his touch in other places.

  As I watched him walk away, my body was charged with a desire for him I was sure would be impossible to satiate.

  Chet

  I sat up in my bed, the satin sheets falling around me. I blinked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I crossed the long distance from my bed, across my room, and into my bathroom. After the boring, yet successful scrimmage yesterday, Dahlia was all I could think about.

  Dahlia. I loved watching her take charge at the game yesterday. Our sports doctors always had issues with Russ. He was a little too much of an alpha dog for them. I couldn’t count on all ten fingers the number of times I had seen Russ get into a skirmish with a doctor at a game or otherwise. But Dahlia was different. It was like she didn’t even register him. She was just there to do her job. The focus was sexy.

  As I brushed my teeth, the sight of her in that blouse and shorts yesterday possessed my thoughts. I had watched her sitting in that chair, leaning back, her voluptuous thighs spread, ever so slightly, apart. Her neck stretched, that head of gorgeous, auburn hair draped over that chair. I bit my lips at the sight of her cleavage, just visible in the v of her, otherwise conservative, blouse.

  I turned off the faucet and stepped inside of my shower, turning on the rain and sitting on the ledge to wait for it to heat up. All the while, my mind was with her on that field, her healthy curves draped in those clothes. I felt a pulse in my cock as I thought about peeling those clothes off of her. I stood up and bent my head, letting the water wash down my shoulders and chest, as I got harder and harder.

  Oh, when she bent down to pick up that bottle of water, I wanted nothing more than to grab a handful of that ass. I could just imagine what it would feel like in my hands, her body pressed against mine, wet from the water. Those perfect rose lips kissing my neck, my hands clutching her inner thigh.

  I wanted to devour her…

  ◆◆◆

  That night, I was stuck on the inside of a rusty ballroom in my tuxedo, surrounded by the players on my team and the old men that owned them. I stayed glued to the bar, one arm resting on the marble bar top and the other brandishing a fresh bourbon-water. I gazed across the crowd, looking for someone, anyone that I actually wanted to talk to. These people were far from my peers. In fact, I didn’t have a lot of peers. My eyes danced around the tuxedos and dresses until I landed on my mother, who looked something like a sage in her dark green ball gown and her champagne glass held just so. Eck.

  I kept looking.

  It wasn’t long before I was empty. I turned around, signaling at the bartender for another one. He gave me a swift nod and freshened my drink. When I turned back around, my stomach fluttered with excitement, because there was Dahlia, wearing a black, floor-length gown that hugged her curves perfectly, her breasts bobbing around in that neckline like fruit ripe for my taking.

  She looked stunning in the light; her plump lips sharpened with red lipstick. Once her hazel eyes caught mine, a smile stretched across her face that knocked the wind out of me. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky. “Hello.”

  She wagged her eyebrows at me. “Hey.”

  “I didn’t know you were coming.”

  She smirked at that, leaning against the edge of the bar. “Do y
ou make the guest-list yourself?”

  I shook my head, taking a swig of my drink. “I have a secretary for that stuff.” I hoped it would impress her.

  “Could I have a white wine.” She said to the bartender.

  I raised an eyebrow. “How cute.”

  She glanced up at me, a reproachful look in her eye, but said nothing.

  “So, are you having fun?”

  “Are you?”

  I smiled at that. “Of course not.”

  She huffed, picking up the wine glass the bartender had deposited. “Do you like any of these people?”

  “I don’t know them. Not really. These things are like work.”

  “Me too.” She took a sip of her wine. I watched her lips caress the edge of that glass, wishing they were mine. “I definitely don’t know anyone. I just started two weeks ago.”

  “Right.” I turned to face her. “How do you like the company?”

  She made a face, scrunching up her nose. “I hate that you call it that.”

  “Why? Is that not what it is.”

  She shook her head. “No. It’s exactly that. Only your product is human beings.”

  I had never thought of it that way. But it made sense that she, being the doctor, would see it like that. “Aren’t we all a product, in a way? As a doctor, you’re selling yourself. But if you were in a hospital, you would be a negotiating tool; draw the customers in.”

  She blushed at this. Either I said something right, or very wrong. “I’m helping people. It’s a service that’s essential to life.”

  I pursed my lips. Something about her holier than thou aura rubbed me the wrong way. “And you think I’m not?”

  She gave me an even gaze.

  “Why do you think people turn on the game every Sunday? To watch admirable people excel at being human. It’s inspiring. And it makes their lives a little easier to stomach.”

  She softened at this, leaning closer to me. Suddenly, it felt like she was the only person in the room. “Well, what about the lives of the players themselves? What do you care about them?”

  I took another swig of my bourbon. “It sounds like you made a pretty unfavorable assumption about me.”

  She blinked, a frown shadowing her face. “I didn’t mean it like that I-”

  “It’s quite alright, love.” I turned towards the room again, my eyes falling on a group of athletes talking rambunctiously about something that must have been very funny. “My players are gold. That’s why you’re here.”

  When I looked back at her, she was gazing up at me with those impossibly big eyes; her lips parted slightly. I wanted to slip my tongue in between them. Just then, I decided to just go for it. There weren’t any particular rules against some time alone… were there? “How about we go someplace more exciting?”

  She gave me a half smile that got my dick half hard. “You can do that?”

  I brushed my hand on her arm. God her skin was so soft. It took everything in me not to just take her right then and there. “I can do anything… love.”

  But then, something happened. She cleared her throat and took one last big gulp of her drink. She set it on the countertop, then turned to face me, a determination in her eyes I couldn’t place. “Well, I can’t.” Then she started to walk away.

  In a split second, I followed an urge and grabbed her arm. The touch surprised both of us.

  She turned, her eyes landing first on her arm, then on me. “Good night.”

  Before I could make another case for myself, she had made it halfway across the ballroom.

  What did I say?

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