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thinking about him?
    Better yet, how did he have my number?
    “Uh, hi, Bull,” I managed to say.
    “You sound excited to hear from me. Were you thinking about last night?”
    “A little bit,” I admitted.
    “Were you thinking about how you wanted me to fuck you rough up on that pool table? Or maybe you wanted it in the kitchen.”
    “What?” I asked. “No. I mean I was thinking about that girl.”
    “Ah,” he said. “Sorry you had to see that.”
    “Is she okay?”
    There was a pause. “How about we meet up and talk about that.”
    I was taken aback. “Uh,” I stammered, “sure. I guess.”
    “Good. Ryan said the two of you were finished. I figured this way I’m not stealing someone’s girl.”
    “What a gentleman,” I said.
    “That’s what I’m known for. I’ll have a car get you around seven tonight.”
    “Okay,” I said, totally shocked.
    “See you later, Charley girl. Wear something sexy.”
    He hung up before I could answer.
    I stared at my phone and then dropped it like it was a poisonous snake.
    I had just agreed to go out with Bull Dixon. I had just agreed to go out with the enemy. It wasn’t like I could say no without looking shady, and plus, I needed an excuse to get close to him again.
    But why the hell was he calling me? He had barely seemed interested at the party, aside from a few dirty comments. I just assumed that was how he talked to every girl he was ever around.
    Maybe I was wrong, though. Maybe Bull Dixon was interested in me. I had no clue why, but I couldn’t help but feel paranoid.
    Someone could have seen me taking those pictures. Maybe even Ryan noticed, though I really doubted it. Ryan didn’t notice anything but his own egotistical self.
    That didn’t matter now though. What mattered was whether or not I was walking into a trap.
    I went back out into the living room and sat down in front of my computer. I looked at the pictures again, scrolling through them slowly. I felt my anger growing again, and my hatred for Bull began to ignite.
    Maybe this was a trap. Maybe Bull was going to force me to give him the photos back, or maybe he was going to do something worse.
    I didn’t care. I had to take this chance, otherwise I wasn’t going to get the story I needed.
    I was going undercover with Bull, and I was going to find out his secrets if it was the last thing I did.

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    Bull
    T he car pulled up outside a modest apartment building.
    “I’ll be back,” I said to the driver, and then I got out.
    I was betting not a lot of pro ball players went and picked up their dates themselves. I liked to go to the door, though. I was just a gentleman like that.
    I rang Charley’s bell and waited. “Just a second,” she said. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
    “Take your time. Make sure you’re nice and pretty for me,” I said, grinning.
    I leaned up against the wall and crossed my arms.
    I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing here. When I woke up in the morning, I just kept thinking about the girl. I couldn’t get her pretty fucking body out of my head, even though she was Ryan’s. Plus, I stupidly mentioned her to that fucking mobster, which meant they might come sniffing around her. I should never have gotten her mixed up with that.
    I was checking up on her, or at least that was what I was telling myself. Ryan, for his part, didn’t seem to give a shit either way if I took her out. Apparently she was a “stuck up bitch,” which meant she likely said no when he tried to force her to suck him off or some shit like that.
    Tactless douchebag. I kept Ryan around mostly because I didn’t like any drama in the locker room. As soon as he got traded, that shit heel was dead to me.
    Not long later, Charley pushed open the front door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. I stared at her, not trying to pretend like I wasn’t checking her body out. She smiled, a little shy, and that shyness made me fucking hard.
    Her body looked incredible in a tight black dress. I went up to