Page 29 of The Game
Making me absolutely wild for him, pushing me to a breaking point.
I remember my weak moment in bed on Friday; he’s already succeeding in one way—making my body betray me, only getting off at the thought of him.
“Samantha, seriously, nothing’s going to happen. He’s part of this job, and he called me a hooker the first time we met. Even if there’s chemistry, I won’t act on it,” I tell her, making her pout.
“Ah, damn. I was hoping someone could break the big bad Alexander McGregor out of his shell, but I get it, girl.”
Her description of Alexander sparks my interest.
“What do you mean, break him out of his shell?” I ask her, unable to resist learning more about the man.
“Well, he’s usually not the social type, preferring to stay at home and do whatever when the team goes out to celebrate and stuff,” Samantha says, as I get a notification on my laptop.
I’ll check that once we’re done with this conversation.
“I’ve never seen him be out for as long as he was on Friday, and something tells me that had to do with you. Add his chauffeur service for us, and there’s no doubt in my mind,” Samantha finishes, making me even more intrigued.
Alexander has made it clear he finds me beautiful and would give a “ride,” as he called it, whenever I wanted.
It could be a coincidence.
Maybe he wanted to celebrate their win and the great result.
His team is a wonderful group of guys, and I can’t see any reason not to want to go out and have a good time with them.
“Whatever, he’s probably going to move on from this whole thing soon, then I’ll be free,” I say as I turn to my computer.
Samantha gives me a knowing look, mumbling,
“Keep telling yourself that,” as we both turn to our schedule for the day.
I check the notification, and my traitor heart skips a beat when I see an awaiting e-mail from none other than the star captain.
So far, all contact has been through his agent Derek, but it seems like he’s taken it upon himself to set up our meeting.
Dear Sarah,
Due to the unfortunate misunderstanding at our last scheduled meeting, I’d like to arrange a new meeting to discuss the social media strategy.
Will Thursday at 6.00 PM be a suitable time for you?
Best regards
The Captain
I can’t help but chuckle at his signature.
Of course, he would use his captain title, knowing that’s exactly what I call him. Samantha gives me a look, I raise my hand in a “don’t ask” motion, and she shakes her head at me.
Thursday is four days away—four days to think about our meeting, four days to prepare myself to see him again.
Four days apart to plan will be good.
Four days will be enough for me to regain control.
I glance over the email, noticing he’s suggested a late time.
Maybe he’s booked earlier in the day.
