Page 44 of The Game
Even though I feel like a jerk for making her job a little harder, I’ve also been watching her work with the other guys and see her excelling at her job.
I’m confident she’s the perfect fit for managing my social media, but I do want to have some control over what gets posted and what doesn’t.
I’ve never shared much of my private life, and I’d like to keep it that way.
Sarah will respect that and do a great job, and I get the chance to spend more time with her and peel back the layers of protection she’s wrapped herself in.
“Sounds like you’ve got quite the challenge ahead of you, captain.”
The guys sometimes call me captain, usually when they want to tease me or when we’re gearing up for our game.
After Sarah started calling me captain, the nickname is growing on me.
“You know what they say, the biggest challenges give the best rewards.”
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Over the next few days, I don’t see much of Sarah. I’m busy with meetings, training, and our game, and I realize I miss her and our small interactions.
I will see her around the lounge area, where she meets with some of the guys, but as soon as I try to go over to her, she will disappear before I get the chance to talk to her.
I know she is avoiding me, and even though I find her little tactics cute, I’m also frustrated.
The whole no sex, no stress relief thing is really starting to get to me, and Sarah has me wound so tight I wake up every day rock-hard and picture her beautiful face every time I cum in the shower.
Whenever my dry spell ends, it will be with her.
She is avoiding me like the plague, which will make it that much harder. Her hiding also makes me feel conflicted.
On the bus back from our game last week, I thought we had a great time—getting to know each other, like friends.
Our chemistry is always burning hot, but I believe we had a good time.
I don’t know if our connection is scaring her or if she’s really not that into me, but I plan to figure it out.
Even if I have to get my ego checked by the beautiful blonde.
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It’s Monday, and another game day; this time, we’re playing at home, which is always exciting. The cheers of the fans, the energy in the arena—nothing compares to that.
We just finished our pre-game press conference, and when I see Sarah in the crowd, I feel lighter, knowing I’ll have the chance to talk to her.
She’s heading out of the room, and I hurry after her.
“Sarah, hold up,” I call just as she rushes down the hall and around the corner. At this speed, you’d think she’s running from the big bad wolf.
Maybe she is.
Luckily, I catch up to her in a few long strides. Those heels of hers definitely didn’t help in her escape.
She turns around, crosses her arms, and adopts her professional smile.
“What can I help you with, captain?” I wonder what it will take for her to say my name.
“I’ve been waiting for the email you told me would come, to schedule our next meeting,” I say, watching her eyes glimmer in the hallway lights.
“I’ve been busy, but you’ll get your email,” she rushes out, then turns again.
