Thoroughbreds as the running back coach.
“I know. Trey told me when I saw him Sunday night at the Blossom Café. You were fabulous, Jaylen.”
Jaylen finally collapsed on the couch. “And I’ve told all the guys about your advice on sleeping and sex. I got a little somethin’ somethin’ Saturday evening and fell asleep at eleven. They guys laughed at me in the locker room before the game, but they aren’t laughing now. They all are going to try it. Although Deon said he might have to bribe his wife for that much sex. He was already on the phone with Seth, asking about the jewelers and if ten carats was big enough.”
Sienna tried to keep a professional face but failed as she imagined the entire team begging women to have sex with them so they could relax before each game.
“Oh, and I found this awesome house I want to buy. I asked Seth for all my account information so I can see if I can afford it. As soon as I get that info from the financial advisor a lot of us guys use, I’ll be on my way to being the first homeowner in my family,” Jaylen said with pride.
“That’s very impressive and something to be proud of.”
“Seth is hoping to lock up a shoe deal for me if I continue to play as well as I have. Then, I’m hoping I can use some of that money to buy a house for my parents. I’ll have to remember to ask my Rook Capital Management advisor about that, too.”
Sienna nodded her head. She’d heard some of the players talking about investing with them. The person who ran it was a Wall Street billionaire who had the magic touch. Lots of the agents advised their players to go in with a respectable firm like that instead of giving control of their money to their cousin or best friend like so many did.
“That’s very kind of you, Jaylen. Is there anything else you’d like to discuss before practice begins?” Sienna asked.
“I think that covers it, Doc. I can’t thank you enough for helping me take my game to the next level.” Sienna was picked up from her chair and wrapped up in another bear hug before she could blink.
“You’re welcome,” she managed to groan as he gave her one last squeeze.
As soon as Jaylen left, Zack Sanders arrived. It was going to be a busy day. All six-foot-four inches and 310 pounds of muscle walked in. His sandy blond hair was wet from the shower, and his face had the beginnings of a beard that Sienna had learned wasn’t to be shaved until the season ended. Football players were a superstitious lot, and the entire offensive line believed shaving somehow hurt their chance at winning.
“Hey, Doc,” Zack said in his Midwestern accent. “Mind if I sit down? I just got done lifting weights.”
“Of course,” Sienna motioned for him to sit on the couch. “What did you want to see me about?”
“It’s embarrassing,” Zack started as a blush crept up his cheeks, “but I need help with something.”
“That’s what I’m here for. And you know I never say a word, so no matter what you tell me no one will ever know,” Sienna said reassuringly.
“It’s about women, Doc.”
Sienna almost groaned. “Have you been talking to Jaylen?”
“About the sex thing? I already know that. I learned about the mental and physical benefits of sex in college. No, it’s more about talking to women.” Zack grimaced.
Sienna forgot that Zack had a biology degree from Duke. He was the smartest player on the team and quite possibly in the entire league. “Go on,” Sienna encouraged.
“In college, I was always at practice, in the weight room, or studying. I didn’t really have time to date and all those women who just tried to bag players seemed so shallow, I didn’t waste my time on them. Well, I’m trying to break out of my shell now that I’m out of school and went to a club with the guys after the game last night. I froze, Doc. A real nice lady came and started talking to me, and I froze. I couldn’t think of one thing to stay. I stuttered something that
Dorothy Johnston, Port Campbell Press