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far?” I asked.
    He walked toward me, towering over the bed. His body was lean and athletic. He may not have been disciplined in his personal life, but I doubted he ever skipped workouts. His arms bulged against the thin fabric on his short sleeves. I wanted to look away, but my eyes were glued to his toned limbs.
    “I’m not much of a team player, Ms. Pitch. I don’t feel the need to be in the village. It’s a little rustic for my taste.”
    “Are you saying you don’t care about being here for the Olympics?”
    I was trying to figure him out. Focusing on his motives was better than getting sucked in by his rugged jawline and penetrating eyes.
    “I’m only here because people like you want me here.”
    I felt the jab at the reason for tracking him down. He had an open disdain for my position.
    “People like me?”
    “Yes.” His eyes glowered. “If I’m not at the games, it somehow costs you money. That’s all you care about. That’s why you’re here. Your puppet didn’t perform today so you flew down to pull his strings a little tighter. Polish him for the next performance.”
    “That’s insulting.” I threw the open folder on the bed.
    “But true.” He stared at me and I felt my pulse beat faster. “I don’t like being your puppet.”
    “Puppet? I’m here to save the Kenzie game. Your game. You should be grateful someone is in your corner.”
    “Grateful?” he scoffed.
    I jumped off the bed. “Do you have any idea what kind of PR nightmare is in front of you? I read the latest on you while I was in the lobby. It’s gotten worse since I landed in Rio. You lost three sponsorships today. Three. And your agent. You might get sued by a sleazy photographer because you knocked him to the ground in front of a crowd of people. Your team apparently hates you and there’s talk you’re not even going to play after that stunt you pulled at the stadium today.” I pressed my hands on my hips. “You left your team before an Olympic practice. Who does that?”
    “So, yes. Grateful. You should be grateful you have someone left who hasn’t dropped you like the toxic train wreck you are.” My hands flew to my mouth. I was worked up. It was a long anxious day of waiting and traveling. I said more than I should have. I instantly regretted it.
    “Oh, God. I’m sorry.”
    Once I started I couldn’t stop. Everything came tumbling out.
    “Anything else?” he asked.
    I shook my head. I had lost all professionalism. All composure. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
    “If you’re done, I was thinking about taking a shower.” He tugged on the hem of his T-shirt and peeled it over his chest.
    My mouth hung open.
    He wanted me to see his perfect body. How it was crafted into sharp angles and ridges that met more planes of firm muscles.
    He strolled across the room and turned on the light in the bathroom. The glow of lights behind him contrasted with his tanned skin and hair. His broad shoulders filled the doorway.
    “But the game,” I protested. I knew I owed him a better apology—I had speared him.
    “I’ll be out in a few, love.”
    He closed the door and I stared in disbelief.
    I heard the shower sputter to life on the other side of the door. I was out of my element. I was in over my head. Lachlan Kenzie was in control, and suddenly I felt as if I were back on that airplane getting ready to take off.

Chapter Nine

Lachlan
    I had to stand under a cold shower. Her scent filled my room. I needed to wash the heat off my skin. I needed the cold water to calm my cock. I’d never been so turned on by a tongue lashing in my life. Her eyes sparkled and her pouty lips puckered and danced when she spoke. We didn’t even know each other, but it was clear I had gotten under her skin. And as hard as my dick was, she had gotten under mine.
    Part of what she said was true. She might be my last chance. Rick was gone. The team hated me. All I had was this pretty girl from America, ready to throw everything in to save