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Did she just graze my fingers? I knew she was holding my hands, but why was she holding onto my fingers like that?
“Okay, now spread your legs shoulder-width apart,” she instructed, still holding onto my hands, a bit too soft for me. That sounded like something I’d tell a woman I was interested in.
It kind of felt like air was running out. Why was this conference room so small? Fuck.
“So, what you’re going to do is lean forward and take deep breaths as you go in,” she told the room as she pushed me forward. I feel like a whore. Look at her, using me to get her point across. Okay, so maybe I should have just let Aaron take this, because why the fuck was Naomi standing so close to me?
Couldn’t she just instruct me? I was pretty sure I listened to instructions quite well sometimes.
“When you get up, don’t go the whole way,” she directed as she stood in front of me, pulling me up by my shoulders. As I stared into her eyes, a soft gasp left her lips, and she looked away. “Exhale deeply as you lift yourself; you’ll surely feel it in your spine. This relaxes—” Everything else sounded like gibberish as I listened to her.
Why did she gasp? All I did was look into her eyes when I got up.
She proceeded to use me, exploiting and manipulating my body to make emphasis on her stress relieving exercise. Did I pay attention?
Absolutely not. All I could do was look at her expression the entire time, because why the fuck did she gasp when I looked into her eyes?
Chapter 10
Naomi
Today was the first game the boys would be playing since I got hired, and yet here I was in my office planning on missing it, all because I was fatigued. So much for giving the boys advice when I myself wouldn’t even follow it.
Looking out the window, I groaned as I stared at the clear sky. It was probably going to be such a good game, and I was curious about how they looked out on the field. Sure, I’d seen their games on television, but surely watching it live would feel so different.
I stared at the pass tag my father had handed me before he left on the bus with the other guys, just in case I changed my mind.
Was I really tired, or was I just doing everything remotely in my power to avoid seeing Alexander? Yet somehow, he popped up everywhere.
‘‘Are you really going to miss the game because you thought of me when you were touching yourself?’’ I could hear his voice taunting me, as if he were in my office with me even though I knew he was already at Wrigley Field, probably not even thinking of me while I was here thinking of his voice taunting me.
Would I really let a past mistake stop me from witnessing a great game through the diamond field box that I could finally sit in because I was part of staff? Absolutely not! Fuck whatever Illusory Alexander thought of me; I was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted!
And if I want to touch myself to the thoughts of you, I fucking well will!
Okay, so maybe that wasn’t a good example of what I wanted to do because I could do it—a very poor example indeed. Hiding my face in my hands, I shook my head and took off my coat. Untying my hair from the ponytail, I made sure to spray on some perfume and fix my makeup.
Looking at my corset button bustier top, I unbuttoned the top knob and shook my head as I looked at my jacket. It was kind of warm outside, so I would be okay for a few hours.
You never know who you would meet at these games. Carrying my handbag, I hurried to my car to make it to the game on time.
After I showed the security guard my tag, he let me in the arena, and I quickly ran to the boys’ pregame clubhouse to express my good wishes for them before the game. Looking down at my watch, I was relieved to see that I was just about 20 minutes early—just as they were about to leave.
Thank God!
“Hey.” I waved as I entered the very quiet room. My dad and the others looked surprised to see me there, especially after all I said about being sure I didn’t want to come.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as he got up to hug me. Oh, come on. He wasn’t even going to play with the others.
“I came to watch the game.” I giggled as the players all greeted me in their own unique ways, ignoring my father’s hard gaze.
“I thought you said you were tired? Did the security give you a hard time getting in?”
“Everything was fine. Stop worrying about me and go with your players,” I said as I tapped his hands that were on my face, silently begging him to stop ruining my makeup.
“Okay, pudding.” He pressed a kiss on my hair, and I smiled as I watched him walk away with the other players, shouting at the sluggish. Sighing, I looked back into the clubhouse and noticed Alexander was the last one left in there. Why must he always make the exit?
He walked toward me with a jacket in his free hand and draped it over my shoulders, moving my hair out of the way so that it wouldn’t be trapped under the jacket. I stared at him in shock, as he said nothing while gently pushing my hair behind my ears.
