I Think I Love You (Australian Sports Star Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

contract a few years back. It was modest then, and in comparison to what he was worth, it still was. But to her, it had charm and character. It’d been built by one of those dreamers, who wanted a bush cottage near the big city. The house was built from a mix of stacked stones, timber, and metal roofing. The garden around lacked a bit of attention, although she knew a gardener came by once in a while to give it a trim . Mainly at that point when Markus wasn’t able to see his shoes while walking across the backyard.
    He’d added some serious improvement inside as well. The house had four rooms, two of them with a double-showered en suite. Sarah always thought that staying at Markus’ overnight was like staying a first class hotel. The other two rooms were his study and gym, and always in a mess. Her favourite was the rustic kitchen with all the modern conveniences. The wood combined with the modern looked sensational. The icing on the cake, though, was the spa in the back, which was surrounded by a glass roof and windows. Sarah loved it and often sneaked in while Markus was away. Afterwards, she’d sit in front of the open log fire with a nice glass of wine, watching a cheesy romance movie.
    Sighing, she turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. It was time to face the truth.
     
    ***
     
    When Markus finally got back to his house, he was about to put his car into reverse gear and hide.
    No other than Melanie Simpson stood in front of his door.
    And as it seemed from the distant, she was impatient as well, checking the time every couple of seconds. He was about to put the gear into reverse when his phone buzzed. It was her. Really impatient as it turned out. Shaking his head, he parked the car in the driveway, let out a deep sigh, and got out of the car. He didn’t want to talk to Mel. Especially not after the morning he’d had.
    Melanie Simpson was the assistant to his manager. Pretty little thing. Nice as well and always eager to deliver messages in person instead of calling him on the phone like Mike, his manager, did. Of course, he knew she had a crush on him, and she made it known at every occasion possible. Markus enjoyed the little flirt when they were in the office, but was always aware of what he said or did when she stopped by.
    He turned and walked right into her.
    “Hi, Markus,” she said with eyes looking like his neighbour’s puppy.
    “Melanie.”
    “We need to talk.”
    Markus shook his head. “Nope. We don’t.”
    He had no idea why she was here, nor was he really interested in the reason. All he knew was that he’d had the best sex that morning and still hadn’t figured out why it felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. And he was pissed off that Oliver wouldn’t return his calls. No, he wasn’t in the mood at all to talk to Melanie, whatever it was she had to tell him.
    “Yes, we do,” she insisted.
    “Melanie. I had a shitty morning. If it’s that important, I’ll give Mike a call later on.”
    She leaned closer, tapping her finger on his chest. “Look, darlin’, I did too, and I’m still here to deliver the news. So suck it up and listen.”
    Taken aback, his instant reaction was to step away, but the car was behind him. So he took her hand and moved it back to her side.
    “Markus,” she cooed this time.
    “Mel, whatever it is, it has to wait. I do not want to talk. End of story.”
    Not taking the hint, she arched one of her finely shaped eyebrows. Ignoring her stare, he slid past her, and walked towards the front door.
    “Sports TV in Sydney is interested in you.”
    That stopped him in his tracks, and he turned around slowly.
    “Sports TV wants you,” she repeated.
    Everything inside him stilled. For a moment he wasn’t able to think.
    Television.
    “They want you as a commentator for the Asian Soccer Cup and possibly the next world cup. Contract initially for two years.”
    “Holy fucking shit,” he whispered as he rubbed both his hands over his face. It