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Broadcasting, consulting, analysis, commentary, executive roles…they’re all possibilities.

At thirty-six, I should know the answer to this, shouldn’t I?

Instead, I feel like I’m floundering a little.

The goal was always head coaching, and here I am. I’ve hit the goal. So now what? What comes next?

I have no idea.

Sean has been with me for my entire career. I’ve known him a long time, and I know he’s offering ideas based on what he thinks might interest me.

But the only thing interesting me at the moment is the blonde up in my hotel room.

I can’t think about anything else except how her lips felt when they were moving under mine.

“Do you need to practice your speech on me?” Sean finally asks.

I shake my head. I probably should. I haven’t shared any of it with anybody yet.

But I don’t really want to.

I just want to end this conversation so I can get back upstairs to her before she goes to sleep and it’s too late.

Even my own thoughts are confusing where she’s concerned. One minute I want to stay down here and avoid her, and the next I want the chance to talk to her to try to figure out what she’s thinking.

It’s a mystery.

She is a mystery.

“Speaking of the speech, I should head up to bed. I’ve got an early morning and need to go over everything one more time,” I tell Sean. I drain the rest of my whiskey.

“Of course. Thanks for meeting with me. It’s always a pleasure.”

I nod and shake his hand, and then I stand and head toward the elevators.

My heart races as the car carries me closer to her, and it’s downright thundering by the time I unlock the door and open it.

I find a television flashing over a dark room, and when I glance at the bed, I see her snuggled under the covers fast asleep.

On my side of the bed.

I missed my window.

I take a quick shower, resolved to the fact that I’ll be sleeping on the wrong side of the bed tonight, and I slip into bed beside her after throwing on a t-shirt and pair of shorts even though my preference is to sleep in just my boxer briefs.

I lie on my right side, facing away from her, but I find I can’t fall asleep.

I turn so I’m lying on my left, and the scent of orange blossoms drifts to my nose.

Looks like it’s going to be a restless night here in my hotel room.

I guess I fall asleep eventually because my alarm wakes me bright and early at six.

And my arms are around her.

Shit.

She’s snuggled into me, her back against my front, my hard cock trying to slip into the sweet nook between her ass cheeks.

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