Page 27 of The Game
Whenever I push, he pushes back twice as hard.
I sit on my bed, thinking about my strategy moving forward.
Whenever I feel overwhelmed, I like to pull out my notebook and write down my options. This helps me organize my thoughts and potential actions ahead.
I open a blank page and start writing.
Strategy 1: Avoidance
Pros:I will probably not see him as much; eventually, he will tire of this game and leave me alone. All will be well again.
Cons:He is part of the team, so the strategy is likely to fail. He’s a persistent bastard, so he will probably not back down for quite some time.
Strategy 2: Relieve the tension
Pros:Would probably be the most explosive sex of my life.
Cons:Still part of the team, will be forced to see him all the time when we’ve burned out the tension between us.
Strategy 3: Grow up
Pros:We would discuss the initial meeting, and he would have the opportunity to apologize correctly. We can put it behind us.
Cons:Scary as hell, I have to give up some of my control to start with a clean slate. He will not let me have all the power, meaning I can’t control the outcome. Our little game would be over.
As I review my notes, I don’t feel any closer to a solution, but I do gain a clearer overview of the situation between us.
Ultimately, I believe strategy 3 is the only one with any real viability.
Avoidance simply isn’t an option, given our positions on this team. Eventually, we’ll have to reschedule our meeting to talk about his social media presence.
Regarding easing the tension, it would definitely be intense, but then what would happen afterward?
I’d still need to see him and meet him at the stadium.
This internship could be my way into the hockey journalism world, and ruining that chance for some hot sex isn’t an option.
As I get to know the team better, it’s clear that everyone knows everyone, so this isn’t happening, no matter how tempting he is.
Growing up and handling this situation seems to be the only reasonable solution.
I can do this, I think, as I get ready for bed.
I’m tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
It’s been a long week, and I thought ending it with a trip to the bar would help me sleep soundly, but no such luck.
Alexander wound me up so tight, and I’m frustrated, knowing there’s only one way to find relief.
My hand grips my breast as the other travels down my body. As I start circling my clit, I imagine one of my go-to fantasies.
The guy in my fantasies is usually a little vague, with dark features and a ripped body. I’m imagining a fantasy where I’m tied to the bed, spread apart, stripped of my precious control.
He’s on top of me, his weight heavy on my body, pressing me down into the mattress while he pleasures mybody. As I climb higher toward release, the guy isn’t so vague anymore.
Suddenly, I’m looking into Alexander’s eyes, and I stop my movements.
No, no, no. Sarah Parker, you’re not going to get yourself off thinking about him.
