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his locker on the opposite wall.
    She nods, continuing her conversation. “That’s a great idea. Yes, I have him right here.” She looks up at me and smiles a half second before she holds up her hand, telling me to wait. Jeanine is the first female executive and the youngest. She’s an attractive woman, but her ice-cold eyes have a predatory gleam. NFL players are not the politest group of guys, but no one bothers her. Probably because they don’t want their balls removed from their bodies. She smooths back her red hair, which is cropped in a short bob. “I’m sure he’ll be on board. Rookies never have a problem doing interviews.”
    I get the message, Jeanine. No need to rub my face in the fact that I’m the low guy on the totem pole.
    She hangs up while her eyes make a slow perusal down my bare chest and linger around my waist, a flash of disappointment registering in her eyes that I’m still wearing gym shorts. Finally, her attention lifts back up to my face. “I’m going to need you to be available tomorrow morning after your weightlifting session. In fact, you might need to cut it short. I’ll let everyone know you might be late to your second session. Oh, and be sure to shower before you meet me on the practice field. You need it.”
    Well, no shit I need a shower. I just spent two hours in ninety-five degree Massachusetts weather in the middle of July.
    Jeanine taps her phone and enters the appointment on her calendar. “You and Quentin have an interview with one of the local news stations doing a series of sports segments for women. We’re calling it Football 101 , and we’ll likely feature different players each time. But since you’re the hot draw right now, I wanted to capitalize on it.”
    “I’ll be there.” I force a smile, and I know she thinks it’s sincere because she grins back, taking the time to check me out once more before she stalks over to Quentin.
    One of the guys waits until Jeanine leaves before he whips out his phone. “Come check out the pussy I snagged last night. She fit my cock like a glove.” Several players huddle up to check out the footage.
    If he were my Boston College teammate, I’d tell him he’s being a dumbass. It only takes one viral video to make your life a living hell, especially if it’s twisted up with gossip someone made up to get those fifteen minutes of fame.
    But this isn’t college. And I’m not at the helm of this outfit. My eyes travel over to Brentwood, who doesn’t chime in on the video. He’s too busy watching me. God, he’s a weird asshole.
    I keep my expression blank as I grab a towel and head for the showers. I still have another practice session later this afternoon, and I need to clear my head. I’m used to drama, but there’s enough in this stadium to choke a man.
    When the hot water is pelting my skin, I close my eyes and try to shut out the noise. Finally, a moment of peace.
    And that’s when I think of her face. Those plump pink lips the hue of sweet berries. That pale skin that looks silky soft. Those kohl-rimmed eyes that remind me of the waters off Santorini, Greece. Blue like ice melted from the sky.
    It’s been two weeks since I knocked her on her ass, and I haven’t seen Maddie once. And I’ve been looking.
    Despite my better judgment, I want to look harder.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    - Maddie -
     
    I’m scribbling down the last of the fire chief’s comments from our phone interview when my boss Roger sticks his head into the cubicle.
    “Madeline. Nicole. My office. Now.”
    My cubicle-mate Nicole blows out a breath. I close my spiral notebook and glance at her.
    “Off to see what little man wants,” she mumbles to herself as she grabs her notebook. “At least this interruption got you to stop gnawing your pen cap.” When she faces me, I can tell from her expression she’s about to unleash her not-so-inner bitch. “Can I just mention that it would be awesome if you had someone oil the swivel in your