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I don’t know if I’m still angry with him for confronting me in my office or if it has something to do with finding him hitting on Jolene, but either way…I don’t like him.
I can’t allow my personal feelings about him to cloud the way I coach him, though—as much as I’m tempted to.
It’s three days filled with football, my favorite thing in the world, and I’m at the Complex from sunrise to well past sundown.
And once minicamp is over and players return to their homes, it’s time for the draft.
Jack and I head to Steve’s house bright and early the first morning. We’ve gone over our plans a thousand different ways, and we’re confident we’ll get our first pick.
We watch each pick carefully, and of course the best of the best players are chosen first. By the time our pick comes at the end of the first round, some of our top choices have already been taken. But we need a quarterback, and that’s what we go for with our first pick.
Brandon Fletcher—Jack’s back-up who was the starter before Jack was traded to the Aces—is strong. But he didn’t win any rings at the helm, and we want to score a champion to put in there.
And to that end, we take the rookie out of Northwestern, Miles Hudson. He’s been an incredible leader for the university, and I can’t wait to see what he does on our team.
Over the next couple days, we end up filling the rest of the holes on the roster, and I can’t wait for our next minicamp so I can get to know these new players and start acclimating them to our culture here.
It’s an exciting time for any team when new players are added to the roster, and we’re just a few weeks away from seeing what these guys are capable of with the rest of our team.
The next week passes in a blur, and I find myself catching a plane to Ohio for the graduation ceremony. I book first class since my six-foot-four former pro football playing frame rarely has enough space in economy, and I slide into my aisle seat in the first group of passengers to board the plane, hoping against hope that nobody snags the open window seat.
My plane plan is to go over my speech then study film of the rookies we just added to the team.
I pull out my tablet as the rest of the passengers load the plane. Since first class typically boards first, I feel like I’m safe, so I stretch out my knee and slip it under the seat in front of the seat beside me. I slip in my earbuds and find the podcast on leadership I downloaded to listen to on the plane while I work, and I crank up the volume.
I pull up my speech on the tablet, and I’m still on the first paragraph when a pair of legs in sexy black heels stops beside me. She attempts to shove her small suitcase into the overhead bin but seems to struggle a little before she gets it where she wants it, and my eyes are on the legs the entire time.
I didn’t want someone sitting beside me, but the legs sticking out of a tight tan skirt aren’t the worst part of my day. My eyes travel up the legs to the tits, which also seem lovely as they stretch the buttons of her black shirt, until they land on the strands of blonde swirling in chaos.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Jolene’s words paired with the sour look on her face when my eyes finally meet hers tell me she’s about as happy about this as I am.
“I assume your seat is somewhere in the back and you’re just stopping by to say hello?”
“Like either of us would get that lucky. Scooch it, Coach. That’s my seat.” She nods toward the one beside me.
Of fucking course it is.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I stand from my seat to allow her in.
It’s a tight squeeze, and those lovely tits brush against my chest as she moves past me. Instant erection. Instant.
Fuck.
I sit back in my own seat.
“Marcus booked me a last-minute ticket to Ohio to watch some boring commencement ceremony,” she says, and she shoots me a smirk.
“You’re going?” I’m not sure why the thought of her there watching me makes me a little…nervous.
It throws me off my game.
“My boss told me in no uncertain terms that I am to become your new best friend. I think he and I have different visions as to how this is going to play out, but here I am, ready to cover your speech. And for the record, this was the only open seat left. This plane is completely sold out. Trust me when I say this was not intentional.” She waves her hand between the two of us to indicate that she didn’t plan on sitting next to me.
“Sure,” I say, my voice filled with sarcasm.
“Believe what you want.” She shrugs, and then she slips in her own earbuds and pulls out her tablet. She’s doing some work, too, and I glance over at her screen.
I read the headline of the article she’s working on. “Austin Graham? You got a thing for that kid?”
