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cheered at the games, paid their hard-earned cash to see the Jets team week after week. He could even understand their disappointment when the Jets lost. He loved the Jets and winning as well, but the women who just wanted to be able to say they had slept with him and made themselves available to him for a quick fuck had lost any sort of appeal lately. His fame and his high-profile life was not his reality. In his world it was all about hard work. Training all the time and travelling from game to game.
    Did he not deserve to find someone special to share his life with? His gut was telling him that this woman, this Cassandra, was somehow different, someone worth getting to know. But apparently the feeling wasn’t mutual. Perhaps this was some sort of karmic payback for his less than stellar lifestyle in the past.
    “Fuck me,” he said for the umpteenth time, no closer to understanding what had gone wrong. He had gone over every aspect of the night, remembering every inch of her body, every touch of her skin. There was something that made him uneasy, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
    Sitting in one of his black leather recliners, Rook finished the remains of the now sickly sweet-tasting, bubbly liquid and stared off into the pre-dawn sky.
    “I’ve got to find her again.” 

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Pain was the first thing Pippa felt as she opened her eyes.
    They were swollen and, she had no doubt, red from the amount of tears she had shed. There was so much pain in her heart as she relived the memory of fleeing Rook’s apartment, not once looking back. The pain was made sharper by the knowledge that Rook had not recognised her. She had meant so little to him, been so inconsequential in his life that he’d had no memory of her at all. And after all the hours she had spent trying to survive her humiliation at his rejection of her, the infatuated teen willing to offer herself up completely to him. That night, so many years ago, still haunted Pippa. What on earth had she been thinking, throwing herself at him like that?
    She had been an innocent young girl heading away from home for the very first time, to begin a university degree at an institution many miles away. She had been infatuated with the young star of her father’s rugby league team for the past few years, and Pippa had decided that it was time to let Rookie know her true feelings towards him—to seduce him before she left town. If she gave him her virginity, he would obviously give her his undying love and promise to wait for her to return to the big city so they could marry, buy a white picket-fenced house and live happily ever after.
    Unfortunately, Pippa had not envisioned Rookie’s reaction to her little fantasy, had not let him read the script she had so often dreamed of. The poor guy had looked nothing but embarrassed for her as he’d pushed her bare-breasted body away from him, and fled.
    Looking back at her younger self, Pippa was horrified at her own naïvety. She couldn’t even fathom how she had worked up the courage to seduce Rookie, let alone to strip off her shirt and thrust her breasts at the poor boy—and in her own family’s backyard, at an event the whole Jets team had been attending. But still the humiliation of his rejection tore deep. Especially now, with the knowledge that he had slept with her tonight, albeit as a relative stranger, confirming beyond doubt that he just hadn’t been into her back then. Yes, she had made a complete fool of herself thinking that Rookie would have been even slightly interested in her—a young innocent—that way, when he had women throwing themselves at him. 
    But now she’d lived her fantasy and the night had been magical. She needed to focus on that. You got exactly what you wanted, Pippa, she told herself angrily. Now you just have to learn to live with it .
    Pippa dragged herself up from the bed, hoping that a shower and fresh clothing would make her feel better. Yeah, right, like