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dreamed of for so long. She had spent the entire week fine-tuning her strategy for the next three months. She had Cedric’s schedule detailed to the very minute. The busier she kept him, the less likely he was to find himself in some sort of trouble.
    The Sabers head coach answered one last question. A minute later, Cedric, along with fellow running back Thomas Grayson, sat before the microphones at the table the coach had just vacated.
    His eyes locked with hers and a jolt of sensation shot through Payton’s body. It was that feeling she got whenever he was near. It made her skin tingle and her stomach knot with a desire that threatened her quest to remain professional around him. His mouth tipped up in a secret grin that Payton was too nervous to interpret at the moment.
    The thumping in her chest escalated with each question directed at Cedric. The one she’d been anticipating came from a reporter only a few feet away from her.
    “Cedric, any luck with the agent hunt?” the reporter called.
    “As a matter of fact, yes,” he answered, straightening his shoulders and lifting his chin with such confidence, he had Payton thinking he meant it. “I’ve decided to sign with Mosely Sports Management.”
    There was a split second of silence, followed by a flurry of whispers and murmuring around the room. Finally, the reporter who had asked the initial question followed up with the query that was likely on the tip of everyone else’s tongue. “Who?”
    “My new agent is Payton Mosely, president of what will soon be the most sought-after outfit in professional sports management. She happens to be here today. Payton?” He pointed to the back of the room and a hundred heads turned her way.
    Payton nodded to the room of reporters and fought the urge to fidget. Instead, she took her cue from Cedric and straightened her shoulders and raised her chin a notch.
    “Ms. Mosely and I have some exciting things planned. I’m looking forward to working with her,” Cedric finished.
    He lied with aplomb. He didn’t know what she had planned, and Payton wasn’t so sure he would be happy when he learned of what she had in store for him.
    A man juggling a small voice recorder, camera and cell phone approached. “I’m Neil Cameron from The Examiner. Would you mind answering a few questions?”
    “It would be my pleasure,” she said.
    Payton fed the reporter answers she’d already rehearsed to his very predictable questions. Why did you become a sports agent? Has it been hard breaking into the business as a woman?
    The reporter switched the voice recorder to his other hand. “So, how did you land Cedric Reeves as a client?”
    Payton wasn’t prepared for that question. She still wasn’t sure how she’d accomplished that feat.
    “Persistence and keen negotiating skills,” was her answer.
    The reporter thanked her and turned his attention back to the front of the room, where two of the players who made up the Sabers defensive line—nicknamed the Wall of Destruction—had taken seats at the table.
    “Hope you didn’t mind my calling you out like that.”
    Payton jumped at Cedric’s voice behind her. “No, of course not,” she answered, turning to him. “Are you done here?”
    “Until tomorrow when I have to be back to watch hours of tape.”
    “Are we meeting at the Starbucks again?” Payton asked.
    “Would you mind coming over to my place?”
    His request caught her off guard. “Uh, what’s wrong with the Starbucks?”
    Okay, so she could admit a coffee shop wasn’t the most ideal place to conduct meetings, but she couldn’t afford office space in New York for her one-woman operation. She could barely afford her seven-hundred-square-foot apartment in Weehawken, New Jersey.
    But she wasn’t sure she was comfortable enough with Cedric to be alone with him in his apartment. Though she wasn’t certain who she had a harder time trusting, Cedric or herself.
    God, she had to get past this insanely intense attraction.