Page 46 of The Game
So reckless.
I don’t even know what this whole thing between us is.
Am I his next candidate to be used to vent his frustrations?
Is this his next conquest?
When he’s had his fill, he’ll move on to someone else.
I’m sure the sex would be amazing, but then comes the after part.
I still have 7 months left on this team, and I’d need to meet with him regularly and interact with him professionally.
Suddenly, I understand the whole Liam and Samantha situation a little better.
But then again, I’ve had sexual flings with guys before and parted on friendly terms.
Sure, sometimes they’ve wanted more, but we’ve always reached a pleasant conclusion without too much awkwardness.
Maybe I could do the same with Alexander—have some great sex, feel the chemistry burning between us, and then move on with my life.
He’s become the star of my every wet dream and fantasy. After my first failure to orgasm without thinking about him, I’ve given in more times than I can count.
I may not call him his name to his face, but it’s his name that slips from my lips every time I come.
Maybe I should suggest a deal to him—a friends-with-benefits arrangement that benefits both of us.
That way, my frustrations, and apparently his as well, would be satisfied, and I could stop hiding from him.
Once again, he called me out on my bullshit.
I’ve been hiding from him.
The feelings he stirs in me scare me. Not just the sexual stuff, but the way he listens, notices small details, and remembers.
Then there’s my precious control, which I always rely on.
Alexander rips that control straight from my hands, takes the lead, and pushes my limits. Even though it ignites something in me, having a man share some of my burdens and fears also terrifies me because I worry about how dependent I might become on someone like him.
I know he would be completely different from all the guys before him.
Not that I’ve had many, but still. He would take care of me, and as someone who has taken care of herself for so many years, I’m scared.
I head toward the entrance of the building, where I’ll meet my dad, who’s coming to his first game since I started my internship.
Experiencing the arena’s atmosphere gives me a rush of excitement, and I can’t wait to share this moment with him.
We’ve been to countless games together over the years, but I’ve never been one of the people working behind the scenes—until now.
His pride shines in his eyes when I see him outside. I rush over and give him a long hug.
“You made it, dad! I’m so excited for this.” He wraps his arm around me as we head inside.
“I’m so proud of you, Sarah. Look at this arena, and you’re fitting right in.” I feel my chest swell at his praise.
I do fit in here, and I love it here.
We discuss my internship and the latest league updates as we check in with Clarissa at the front desk.
