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glasses made her less desirable. If only she knew the truth – that the sexy librarian vibe she was giving, in her neat, tucked-in button up, pencil skirt, and heels, was having the exact opposite effect on a room full of testosterone.
    I mean, I got it. As a woman in a male-dominated field, she wanted to be respected, not ogled, or fantasized about. But with a face and body like that – luminous copper skin, full lips, high cheek bones, slim waist, fat ass – there wasn’t much she could do to stop it.
    The team respected her plenty though, because she didn’t give them a choice. She was great at her job. They took her seriously. They just… also wondered what she looked like under her clothes.
    “We need to talk,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
    I sucked in an exaggerated breath. “Ooh. I’ve heard that before. Never been good.”
    “And today is going to continue that trend. Can you come to my office?”
    Shrugging, I pulled off my towel, then used it to dry behind my ears. “I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes, Nicki. Just talk.”
    Her gaze drifted down to where my towel had been, then back up to my face before she rolled her eyes. “Can you put some boxers or something on please?”
    “My eyes are up here anyway, Ms. Richardson.” I grinned as I pulled out my boxers and put them on while she stared up at the ceiling, waiting for me to finish.
    “What happened to you meeting with Chloe?” she asked, once I pulled my sweats on over my boxers.
    “No time. I needed to focus on the upcoming game.”
    Her top lip curled. “Really? That’s the excuse you’re going with, after you’ve been to the strip club twice this week?”
    “It’s not an excuse. It’s the truth. Didn’t you just tell me the other day that downtime was for winning teams? Well, here we are. We lost, so I don’t have any damned downtime.”
    “Jordan, you need an agent. You need PR representation. These things aren’t optional, and you know it.”
    “Yeah, I do. So, I’ll meet with Mrs. McKenna on my off day, Tuesday… if we win.”
    Nicki narrowed her eyes. “You get off on being difficult with me, don’t you?”
    I grinned. “I’ll only admit that when you admit that you get off on me being difficult with you. I keep things interesting around here for you, don’t I?”
    “If interesting and agonizing are synonyms, then sure you do, JJ. Just make sure you have representation before bye week, please?”
    I bit my lip. “ Anything for you, Ms. Richardson.”
    “Uh huh.”
    She turned to walk away, and everybody who’d been pretending not to pay attention turned in her direction for the show that was her ass in that skirt.
    “Oh,” she said, turning back to face me, and it was comical how the other guys tried to act like they hadn’t been looking. “I meant to tell you… you looked good out there at practice today. Good work.”
    In response, I simply nodded, then turned back to my locker to finish getting dressed. I didn’t really know what to make of how pleased I was to know that she’d been watching me at practice. Nicki was fine – Nicki was fine as hell , but that wasn’t a road I need to go down.
    One time should be enough times to know when not to fuck with a woman – especially when that woman was the owner’s daughter.

 
    three.

     
    “Your brother is in your office.”
    My steps faltered, and I paused before angling my head toward Presley’s desk. “Excuse me?”
    Anxiety crossed Presley’s face as she leaned to the side of her chair – away from me. “Uh, Nate? Nate Richardson…”
    The girl looked so petrified that I tried to fix my expression into something less murderous. “I know who my brother is, Presley. I’m asking what he’s doing in there. What does he want?”
    “He didn’t say. But he looked happy.”
    I let out a loud, admittedly rude exhalation. “Of course he did. Hold my calls please.”
    She nodded, and I took the last few steps to my door, hesitating