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“Women are so damn difficult.” I take a sip of coffee, immediately regretting the decision as it’s still too hot to drink and singes my lips. “Honestly, I don’t know why you don’t just switch teams. I happen to know a handsome guy who would be just your type.”
“Is he a little over six feet tall with an athletic build? Brown hair and hazel eyes?”
“Yeah, I think we’re talking about the same guy.”
“Yeah, I know that guy, and he’s only my type because he’s even more afraid of commitment than I am. Plus, he’s like my brother, too, and assuming I was ever strictly dickly, I’m not into anything taboo.”
“Everyone’s into something crazy behind closed doors.” I grin widely then ask, “Have you confirmed tomorrow’s meeting with Cross?”
“Actually no. When I called him, he hemmed and hawed a bit. Literally.”
“Yeah, well, he’s a good old Southern boy. But he’s also the best upcoming quarterback in the country, and what do you mean he hemmed and hawed? He was damn excited about the prospect of signing with me and going pro last we talked.”
“Apparently that was before his sister got to him. He let slip she has concerns.”
“Is this the same sister who left twenty-five messages the past week?”
“That’s the one. She’s not your biggest fan.”
I snort. “I’m not afraid of his sister.”
“Seeing as I’m the only one who’s actually spoken to her, I can say in all seriousness: You should be.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re being ridiculous. Signing Cross is basically a done deal.”
“Yeah, well done deal or not, he mentioned he might want to include the sister in the meeting.”
I blow out a breath. “Fuck. But fine. By the time I’m done with him and his sister, they’re going to be drooling with dollar signs in their eyes.”
“I hope you’re right. Anyway, will you be gracing us with your presence soon?”
“I’ll be there within the hour.”
I end the call then jump in the shower. When I’m done, I hear someone pounding on my door. Is it the blonde? If she “forgot” something, better to give it to her now rather than risk her coming back. She knocks again, this time more aggressively. My robe is on the floor where she left it and I figure, what the hell, she’s already seen all there is to see of me. So I grab a towel, sling it loosely around my hips, and throw open the door.
Only to find myself staring not at the blonde, but a short curvy woman with hair dark as midnight stalking away from me toward the elevator. When I open the door, she twirls around, and my brows pop up. She’s busty, with large tits that jiggle when she turns, tattoos, hot pink highlights in her hair, and the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. Her mouth is pouty. Her skin is a light tan with hints of freckles. And she’d be gorgeous but for the scowl on her face.
“Hunter Kiss?” she calls, still some distance away, her voice so deep and throaty my dick twitches.
I brace my hands above my head on the door jamb and lean forward with a grin.
Her eyes widen as she seems to suddenly notice I’m only wearing a towel that can slip at any moment. I can practically feel the trail of heat her gaze leaves as it wanders over me. I subtly flex my pecs, grinning when she zones in on the movement. “That’s right. And you are?”
She blinks then shakes her head as if to clear it. “I’m Chad Cross’s sister. And you can take this phone and shove it up your ass,” she says just before tossing something at me that hits me in the face—hard.
