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travelling to and from games, playing then recovering. Throw in sponsor commitments and public appearances for charity or fundraising, and it was a busy schedule. He’d given up trying to form any sort of relationship, and was sick of the meaningless one-night stands. Representing Australia—standing proudly beside his best mate and captain as the sounds of the national anthem of Australia rang throughout the stadium—had been enough. That was, until now.
    Until Mandy.
    Now he wanted more than just footy.

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Mandy had spent the morning lazily soaking in a bath, the fragrance of the lavender oil she’d added to soothe her deliciously aching body wafting in the air and the feel of the warm water lapping against her skin.
    She had replayed, in minute detail, every precious moment of the night before—her time with JT. Her mind had been full of a mix of relaxing, soft and comforting pastel hues.
    What a man! she’d thought dreamily, her eyelids closed as she had been consumed by images of JT. He was utterly gorgeous, and had such a talented mouth. He had drunk her incredibly dry, milking several orgasms from her before pounding his thick cock into her again and again .
    “Who would have thought Mandy Magenta would be awestruck over a He-Man footballer?” She’d giggled out loud, the sound of her voice bouncing around the quiet bathroom.
    But knowing there was still a lot to do in preparation for the next day’s markets, before she could prepare for tonight’s date with JT, Mandy had reluctantly dragged herself from the tepid bathwater.
    She needed to stock up on more of her earring designs, having mostly sold out of her products at the last market stall.
    It was an unusually relaxed, contented Mandy who set to work on designing more of the intricate and original earrings she created, humming away continuously. She heated the tinted glass rods and twirled them to create the unusual patterns and shapes, often using the colours in her mind as the blueprints.
    Needless to say, the designs in progress heavily featured pretty, romantic hues and flowing whimsical shapes. Mandy had not even bothered to turn on the heavy metal music that usually accompanied her creative process. Up until now, more often than not, Mandy—unable to sleep as nightmares of Con had invaded her dreams—had worked throughout the night with the music blaring in her ears.
    As the day grew into late afternoon, Mandy was buzzing with excitement, couldn’t refrain from looking at the clock every few minutes. She had made some good headway with her jewellery designs but could not settle. Thinking that a nice, girly chat with her new best friend might help make the time pass more quickly and bring with it JT’s return—not to mention the fact she was bursting with the need to fill Caitlin in on her night’s adventures—Mandy made her way downstairs.
    Mandy had, on many occasions, listened to Caitlin discussing her new but intense relationship with Brodie. It had not had an easy beginning and Mandy had been impressed at the level-headed attitude of the twenty-year-old with regards to the relationship. To Mandy, it seemed that Brodie had been going full steam ahead, wanting everything at once. But Caitlin had stayed resolute, wanting to take it slow, to not rush into living together since she wanted to keep her own place for a little while longer.
    Caitlin had also spoken of her affection for June, their elderly neighbour, and didn’t want to move away and leave her yet. June had taken on an unofficial grandmotherly role towards Riley, and because of Caitlin’s and her brother’s tragic past, it was an important role. Caitlin had also mentioned her blossoming friendship with Mandy being an important factor as well. Mandy had to admit the sentiment had made her feel a little teary.
    “Plenty of time to live together in the near future,” Caitlin had apparently promised Brodie, when he had asked her to move in with him.
    Mandy