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“It doesn’t matter. I want you working for me, but I can't do that if I don’t know what happened.”
“Well, a client implied I looked like crap so I could help sell his stroller line since he was getting backlash about his supermodel wife doing it. I kinda lost my temper and got called into my boss’s office about it. He pretty much told me the only way for me to keep my job was to drop to my knees and I told him to fuck off. I might’ve punched him in the face, but that hasn’t been confirmed or denied yet.”
“I hope you filed a complaint with human resources before you left,” he growls.
“I did, but I'm not holding my breath.”
“Come work for me, Mace.”
“Where?”
“At the Pit Bulls. You know how these guys are, they don’t know how to talk to the press and it would be awesome if they did. I can't even let some of them near cameras because I don’t know what will come out of their mouths.”
“Like Cord?” I grin. The man is smart, but if you stick a microphone in his face, it’s like his brain just shuts off and he doesn’t know what to say. He’ll blurt out the most insane things and if he’s in a bad mood, it can get pretty nasty.
“Definitely like Cord.” Owen chuckles. “There might be some bad press revolving around Stubbs being let go. There’s a possibility I’ll need your help there too.”
“Yeah, Charlie told me what happened. I can't believe he’d go after Wyatt like that.”
“So, what do you say? Do you want to work for me?”
“I thought we were going to discuss specifics. I need to know the price tag on this job, Mr. Powell.”
“Uh, oh. We’re bringing out the sir name. This must be serious,” he teases me. “How about you come to the clubhouse tomorrow morning? We can discuss numbers and specifics then.”
“Ok, but Owen?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Do I have to wear clothes with the Pit Bulls logo on it? Charlie’s constantly wearing them and I hate it. I can't work under those conditions. I demand to dress pretty.”
“You can dress however you want… but like business clothes. Don’t come to the clubhouse in a bikini or lingerie or something like that.”
“Ok, Dad. Take away all of my fun, why don’t you? Am I allowed to wear heels or is that too sexy?”
“I think your mouth is what I should be the most scared of.” He chuckles and I imagine him shaking his head, just like he always used to do. “Do me a favor?”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t break any of my players’ hearts. I don’t want them slacking on the field.”
I suck in a deep breath and blow it out slowly as I stare straight ahead at the entrance to the clubhouse. This could be my new reality. The place I spend most of my waking time.
Slowly climbing out of my Wrangler, I grab my bag out of the backseat, and shut the door. This is it. Probably one of the most important meetings I'll ever go to. If Owen hires me, I’ll be set for life, I have no doubt about it. But if he doesn’t? I don’t know what I’ll do.
“Macy? What are you doing here?”
I glance over my shoulder to find Cord walking my way with more swagger than ever before. I swear I’ll never find anyone more attractive than him. His broad chest is hugged by a thin polyester shirt, showing off his impressive biceps, and a pair of athletic shorts hang on his trim waist. He’s every girl’s dream come to life.
His dark hair is a wild mess and I wonder if he’s even touched it since he woke up. His gray eyes are what draw my attention though. They’re always focused on me, making me feel like I'm someone important, even though I'm not.
“Oh… uh… I have a meeting with your dad.” I nibble on my bottom lip, unsure of how he’s going to respond.
I wonder if he told Owen I was looking for a new job, or did Charlie? Maybe neither one of them? I guess it could’ve been Cici… or Leo… or Wyatt. Damn, I didn’t realize how complicated and interconnected my relationships were until now.
“Really? What about?” He places a hand on my lower back and nudges me forward. He’s careful to stay in step with me, never hurrying me.
“A possible job?” I wince, waiting for him to get mad. With how things were when he left two nights ago, I don’t really know how he’ll feel about this.
