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with the team the longest, that I could escort Hayley around and show her the pitch.”
    “I think she’s seen a pitch before,” Ryan says.
    “Then maybe I’ll show her something else,” Terence says challengingly with a glint in his eye. He steps closer to Ryan, who’s dropped the soccer ball he was holding in favor of pushing his hands onto Terence’s chest.
    “You put a finger on her, and I’ll kill you,” Ryan says.
    “Ooh, is pretty boy already not keeping his anger in check? I heard that’s why you’re here. Needed a bit of cleaning up. Is that right?”
    Ryan shoves him again and Terence pushes him back.
    “Stop!” I hear yelling and I realize it’s me who’s doing it. “Please, stop. Please.”
    Ryan takes a swing at Terence just as Ivan steps out of the locker room.
    “Boys! Stop it!”
    Ivan has to pull Ryan off of Terence. Terence is laughing. Ivan definitely isn’t. “You. Ryan. In the locker room. Go cool off.” He puts his hands on his hips. He looks pissed. “Terence, do not provoke him.”
    “Provoke him? This wanker just showed up here and he’s already getting into fights. I thought the whole reason he came here was so he wouldn’t do that anymore. And you’re yelling at me?”
    “The boy’s a better striker than you could ever hope to be, Jones. Leave him alone.”
    Ivan looks over at me. “Well, looks like you’re getting your juicy story a little quicker than you hoped you would.”
    “It’s fine,” I say. “Terence, maybe you could show me around the pitch.” I’m desperate to end all of this fighting. I hate being a witness to it, much less being the cause of it. It makes me feel guilty.
    Terence holds out his hand and I take it as I step down from the seats. My mind is still half on Ryan as Terence leads me around the pitch, explaining to me the finer points of the game. I keep chastising myself each time I find myself concentrating on Ryan’s green eyes and his enormous….well. His package . It could take up an entire borough of London, easily.
    But I shouldn’t be thinking about him. I should be focusing on Terence.
    “That’s all great,” I say to Terence now that we’ve looped back around. In all honesty, I haven’t heard a word he’s said. “I’ll probably have some more questions for you later.”
    Terence leans forward and smiles. “I’d be happy to help you with anything .”
    I nod absentmindedly, not really listening. I stick my pen into my bag and turn to leave. “See you tomorrow.”
    And then he spanks my ass.
    My ass that is still red and raw and tender from another footballer taking his turn spanking and grabbing it. But that spanking was consensual.
    This definitely is not.
    “Excuse me!” I yell, spinning around, my face on fire. “I did not give you permission to do that.” It sounds ridiculous, me putting it like that. Alison would have punched him in the nose and then racked him in the balls.
    Terence looks confused. “I thought you were hitting on me earlier.”
    “When?”
    “I dunno. The fact that you wanted me to show you around the pitch.” He shrugs like this is no big deal. If I were him, I’d want to crawl into a hole and die of the secondhand embarrassment. Actually, I’m suffering so much embarrassment on his behalf I’m nearly wanting to die myself.
    “Well, I guess I read you wrong.” He walks back toward the locker rooms. “Sorry you’re such an uptight bitch.”
    First, he doesn’t even apologize and then he calls me bitch.
    I’m fuming, but having spent a lifetime of being a shy, unassuming female, I have no comeback for him.
    None.
    I have half a mind to call Ryan out here so he can beat Terence into a bloody pulp.
    Ryan…
    I take the Tube back to the hotel and open the door to my room, hesitating as I look at Ryan’s door next to mine. I know that if I knock on it later, we’ll end up having sex again.
    I don’t want that.
    Alright, I do want that, but the last thing I need right now is to be