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Finally, she takes a shaky breath then lets it out slowly, as if she’s really struggling to collect herself. “This hasn’t exactly gone according to plan,” she finally says even as she rubs at her wrist, which is slightly red. I’m hit with a frisson of guilt that turns into a mix of amusement and grim satisfaction when she stares at a point just above my right shoulder, obviously unable to make herself look at my monster cock again. Too bad because it’s desperately craving her attention.
She licks her lips nervously, and asks, “Can you put on your towel? Please?”
I want to tell her to go to hell. My eye hurts like a motherfucker and chances are I’m going to have a shiner. But remembering that look of fear, the fact this is Cross’s sister and she might be able to help alleviate the concerns Trish talked about, I finally grab the towel, and wrap it around me. “I’m covered.”
She looks at me hesitantly, as if she’s not sure I was lying about having covered up, but when she sees I was telling the truth she looks equally relieved and disappointed, which makes me stifle a laugh.
“Look, I really am sorry...about your eye. I meant to toss you the phone with a little attitude, not ream you with it. Honest. I’m not usually the violent type. You have to believe me.”
“Lady, I don’t know you.”
“I’m Dani Cross. I’m Chad’s—”
“Yeah, I know. You’re Chad Cross’s sister. The one who’s called and spoken to my personal assistant on several occasions.”
She scowls. “So you admit you’ve ignored my messages asking you to call me back?”
I lower my hand to my towel, for a brief second seriously tempted to drop it again just to check her attitude, but instead I ask, “Is that why you threw the phone at me?”
“No. Well, sort of. But not the only reason,” she says, her mouth sulky.
Jesus. Now I want to bite her plump lips. “Look, Ms. Cross—”
“Dani,” she interrupted.
“Ms. Cross, number one, I don’t know you. Number two, you don’t know me. And number three, just because you’re pissed at someone doesn’t give you the right to assault them.”
She raises her chin. “I didn’t mean to assault you. Not like that, anyway. I just meant to aggressively toss a phone at you.”
“Besides me not calling you back, what else can you possibly be mad about that would justify you aggressivelytossing a phone at me?”
“Hey, I’m not proud of what I did. But I know the rules prohibiting agents from bribing potential clients, which is what you were clearly trying to do when you gave Chad that fancy phone.”
I spot the phone where I kicked it. “Pfft. It’s not that expensive. But again, not my phone. I don’t know who gave Chad that phone but it wasn’t me.”
She frowns. “He said it was an anonymous gift and I assumed... Oh!” She bites her lip as her eyes light with realization. “Maybe it’s another agent and you’ve got some competition.”
“Some unethical competition. Because as you just noted, agents are prohibited from giving gifts to potential clients. Another reason why Chad should sign with me and not someone else, don’t you think?”
Her mouth flattens into a thin line. “No I don’t think. I don’t think Chad should sign with any agent. He should stay in college, not risk his health and his future by going pro, at least not before he earns a degree.”
Ah. So that’s what all her phone calls and Chad’s sudden concerns were all about. I study her for a moment, then I run a hand through my hair. She might be a whacko but she is also the sister of one of my potential clients, so I need to get this crazy situation under control. “Look, I have breakfast. It’s cold, but why don’t we sit down, have something to eat, and talk about what’s going on.”
Her expression suddenly turns to one of outrage. “I’m not eating the breakfast that Amy prepared.”
“Amy—?” Realization dawns. Amy. The name rings a bell now. The name of the blonde who’d so recently warmed my bed.
“I know I’m going to regret even asking this question, but how the hell do you know Amy? And what does she have to do with your brother and the fact I’m going to make him a star?”
“She’s just further proof why I don’t trust you. And I told you, Chad can be a star after he finishes college.”
“With his talent, he doesn’t need a degree.”
“That’s not for you to decide.”
“The hell it isn’t. Your brother was born with a gift, and I was born with the gift of giving credence to his gift.”
“I know how this works,” she scoffs and tosses a flustered hand through the streak of pink highlights in her hair. “You promise him the world, but nothing is ever guaranteed. He could get hurt during training and never actually play.”
