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Her focus should be on landing her client a stellar deal, not on the way his uniform had outlined his sinewy thighs.
    “I recorded today’s game on my DVR,” Cedric continued. “I want to get a jump start on analyzing my plays from today. I thought we could go over there, order takeout and go over things while I watch the game. I’ve got plans for later tonight so I need to get this done early.”
    His statement had the effect of a bucket of ice water being emptied over her head.
    Of course he had plans for tonight. Tales of Cedric’s play on the football field were trumped only by stories of his player status off the field. In the four years since he’d entered the league, he had been linked to at least a half-dozen starlets. How could she blame them? He was a young, rich, incredibly sexy football player. What woman wouldn’t kill to be on his arm?
    No, she didn’t have to worry about Cedric ravishing her in his apartment; he probably had a dozen women lined up and all too willing to be ravished.
    He produced a cell phone from his pocket. “You can follow in your car, but I’ll text you my address just in case we get separated.”
    “Don’t worry about it. I already know where you live.”
    He stopped with his fingers on the keys. “You do know stalking is a crime, right?”
    Payton felt her cheeks heat. “I no longer have to stalk you, so why don’t we just put that all behind us? Come on, I’ll pick up some Chinese from that little place around the corner from your building.”
    His brows rose. “Do you know what my usual order is, too?”
    “I hadn’t gotten that far yet.” Payton laughed.
    Cedric had a condo in a high-rise steps away from the Hudson on Manhattan’s west side. If she stood on the roof of her five-story walk-up across the river in Weehawken, she could see the last few floors of the sleek, fifty-plus-story ultramodern skyscraper where he lived.
    As they pulled up to his block, her cell phone trilled on the seat next to her. Before she could utter a hello, Cedric said, “The code for the parking garage is one one seven five. My parking spots are on the third level, slots thirty-six and thirty-seven.”
    “What’s your apartment number?”
    “You mean you don’t know it?”
    Payton’s eyes rolled at his sarcasm. “I may have stalked you a little but not to the extent you think. Sorry to bruise your ego, Mr. Reeves, but you’re not all that.”
    His deep chuckle resonated through the phone. “As my agent, you’re supposed to pump up my ego. Didn’t they teach you that in agent school?”
    “What’s the apartment number?” Payton asked again.
    He provided it as he turned into an entryway to an underground garage. The metal gate rose for him, then lowered seconds after he entered. Payton punched the code he’d given her into the keypad. When the gate rose, she saw Cedric’s SUV waiting just inside the garage.
    Her heart melted at his thoughtfulness.
    “So he’s hot and considerate. Get over it, he’s a client,” Payton said aloud. Her head whipped to the cell phone on her seat, her stomach tanking in the seconds before she saw that the phone was indeed off. If by some stupid technological glitch her phone had remained connected to Cedric’s and he’d heard her muttered words, she would never have been able to face him.
    Cedric pulled into a parking slot and Payton pulled in next to him.
    She got out of her car and rounded it. Cedric was leaning into the back of his SUV. He came out with the alligator duffel bag that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe.
    “What happened to my Chinese food?” Cedric asked. Payton winced. “I’m only teasing you,” he continued with a chuckle. “I called in the order on our drive over. It’ll be here any minute. Come on.” He tipped his head toward the bank of elevators.
    When the elevator doors closed, Payton said, “I’m trying to figure out if that’s allowed.”
    “Chinese food?” Cedric asked, hefting the bag over