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him about it, and so Sebastian wasn’t surprised when Rob started making kissing noises. Sebastian could’ve killed him. Like I’m not nervous already. Rob’s mockery didn’t help.
    He hurried into Sarah’s office and closed the door behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he took in Sarah. She was so beautiful. It was a silly expression, but she took his breath away. Her beauty wasn’t conventional. She wasn’t model-skinny, and her hair was pretty wild. Despite that, she called to something deep within him. He had never gone for women who knew they were hot anyway. They were never very interesting and way too full of themselves.
    Shoving his hands into his jeans’ pockets, he rocked back on his heels. He hadn’t been this nervous in a long time—it was almost like this meeting was a first date. It was the first time they’d be alone, and Sebastian had been anticipating it with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm. Pathetic, no doubt, but he didn’t care. Sarah intrigued him, and he wanted to get to know her better. A lot better.
    “Hey, have a seat.” She motioned with her pen to the chair in front of her desk then scribbled a few notes. “I apologize for running over with Rob.”
    “It’s okay. He likes to talk a lot. I don’t think I even need to be in the room most of the time.” Sebastian tried to smile and look at ease. Maybe a joke would lessen the sexual tension already overwhelming him.
    Sarah’s gaze connected with his before moving away again. Hmm. She didn’t get the joke. I hope I didn’t offend her or something.
    “Water?” she asked, leaning back to the portable fridge. Her blouse strained over her breasts, and Sebastian’s throat dried and constricted.
    He cleared his throat. “Sure, thanks.” Having something to fiddle with would help too or else he’d fidget like a hamster on crack. There was no way he could sit still through this as the need to touch Sarah bombarded him.
    He squashed his body into the folding chair before running his hands through his hair to push it off his forehead. It fell right back down though, and he swiped at it again. He’d attempted to style it after practice, for all the good it had done. Stupid hair. I should’ve worn a hat.
    He looked around her office. It was tiny. They had actually put a person in here? “Was this a closet?”
    She laughed and he sat back to take in the melodious sound. Unfortunately his weight made the folding chair creak and the moment was lost. “Yes, it actually was. Well, a storage room anyway. By the time I was hired it was too late to get an office set up, so they stuck me in here. At least that’s what they told me.” She glanced at him, licking her lips, and he followed the movement.
    This obsession, for that was the only word that made sense, was out of control. He wanted Sarah. On top of him. Underneath him. He didn’t care. And if he didn’t kiss her soon, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.
    Pain shot through his hands. He’d gripped the seat of the folding chair so hard his knuckles were white. Not wanting Sarah to see how keyed up he was, slowly, he eased his hands away.
    Sarah moved her legal pad closer. “First, can you first give me the correct pronunciation of your last name?”
    He forced himself to refocus. “For sure. It is pronounced San AM-an. Don’t pronounce the ‘T.’”
    “Great. Thanks.” She wrote in her notebook. “I’ve read your bio, and I’ve seen some game tape…”
    Hope they were my good games. Sebastian had been one of the anchors of last year’s team in Rochester, but every player had bad games.
    As she continued to speak, Sebastian imagined plunging his hands into all that hair, holding her steady for his kiss. What would she taste like?
    “Why don’t you tell me about yourself? What your goals are. What you think you can do for the team. Stuff like that.”
    Goals. Team. What?
    Get your head in the game, dumbass.
    “Wow, am I at a sports