Page 114 of The Game
If I were to land a job elsewhere, we would have to do long-distance. I probably wouldn’t be able to visit my dad as often as I like, either.
“No, he doesn’t know about this; he would probably kick our asses if he knew we were spending time with his girl, without him knowing,” Noah chuckles.
Aaron pushes an envelope towards me.
“Consider our offer and give us your answer when you’re ready.”
He explains the process, and it’s clear they’ve really thought this through.
We say our goodbyes, and I open up their envelope. When I see their suggested salary, I nearly fall out of my chair.
They can’t be serious.
This is way too much money.
Then I remember how much these guys make, and sharing ¼ of my salary between them probably doesn’t hurt their income.
I’m ecstatic about this possibility; it will let me stay on the team and continue doing what I love most.
I decide to look for Alexander, hoping I’ll catch him before their practice begins.
I reach the players’ area and spot him right away.
He’s working out, a determined scowl on his face as he pushes his body to its limits.
I lean against the nearest wall, enjoying the show. Sweat is running down his body, his t-shirt tight against his chest.
“Daddy does look good working out. I understand the drool,” Noah chuckles besides me.
I check myself, find no drool, and he hollers with laughter.
Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if I did drool.
My man is sexy as sin.
“You really need to stop calling him that,” I say, shaking my head at him.
Ever since Noah first called Alexander “daddy”, he seems determined to keep up the nickname.
When Alexander spots us, he straightens and comes over, which Noah takes as his cue to leave.
“Hey, angel,” he leans down, kissing me, keeping it light as a lot of his teammates are hanging around.
No need to give them a show.
“Hey, yourself,” I look him over again, making him smirk at me. He knows how much I like him all sweaty.
I love all kinds of looks on him.
Hockey gear. Post-game. Workout. Naked. You name it.
“You got a minute?” I ask him, wanting to talk to him privately about the job offer.
He gets the wrong idea, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
“Not that kind of minute, you perv,” I hit him lightly in the chest before he takes my hand and leads me to a small meeting room.
When we get inside, he drags me to him, kissing me properly this time.
