Page 36 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“Sophie.” I look over to see Joe walking through the door. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen him on the suite level. He’s usually glued to the players, especially right before a game.
“What’s up, Joe? Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” Joe whispers, “but Seb wants to see you.”
“Now? It’s only an hour before they take the field. He never wants to see anyone before a game. Is he okay?”
“Uh, he seems a little off. He’s in his office. He almost seems nervous.”
I pull my head back. “Are you sure? He’s never nervous.”
“Come on.” He motions me to the suite door. “He won’t talk to me. Maybe he’ll tell you what’s going on. Butch, we’re moving.”
“Yep,” Butch says, falling in behind us.
When we get off the elevator at field level, Joe and Butch sneak me into the hallway that goes behind the clubhouse. That’s where Seb has a private office.
I head down the hallway and knock softly on the door. “Seb, it’s me.”
The door flies open. He pulls me in and slams it.
“Seb,” I say, grabbing his arm, “what’s wrong?”
“I have too much energy.” He starts pacing. “You know how I get when I don’t work out for a while—edgy and stuff.”
“Yeah,” I say, trying to get him to stand still. “Did you work out today?”
“Everything. I did everything the same. I jogged and rode the stationary bike. I even did some wind sprints on the field. The energy goes down a little, but then it surges back up. I’m way too amped.”
“Well, babe, it’s the World Series. You’ve never been here before. I think this is normal. Once you get on the field, you’ll be fine. The nervousness will disappear.”
He grabs my shoulders. “Soph, I’m not nervous. I never get nervous before playing—even on this stage. I just have too much energy. I make mistakes when I’m this keyed up. And nothing’s helping.”
“Okay.” I slide my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest. His heart’s beating so fast. “You still have a little time before you take the field. You can fit in more cardio.”
“It’s not helping,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “I almost broke the bike a few minutes ago. I was going so fast. I have way too much adrenaline.”
“You know there’s something we can do to help you burn off a lot of energy very quickly,” I say, laughing as I run my hands down his body. “We only needed a few minutes yesterday.”
“I didn’t ask you to come in here so we could have sex.”
“Fine.” I push him away and back up against the door. “If you’re not in the mood, maybe I can find someone else—”
“You know I’m always in the mood.” He points at me. “And don’t even tease me about finding someone else.”
“Okay.” I pull up my dress, shimmy out of my panties, and kick them over to him. “How would you like me to tease you?”
He snags them out of midair—the pink silk quickly disappearing into his hand.
“Soph.” His neck muscles begin to bulge like they always do when he feels he’s losing control of a situation. “Put them back on. I don’t need you to do this.”
“Well, babe, this relationship isn’t only about what you need. Maybe I need you to service me right now.”
“Service you?” He tries unsuccessfully to keep a smile from coming to his face. “What are you? A car?”
“If that’s how you want to role play, it’s fine with me. You’re the mechanic. I’m the car. Bring your tools over here and start fixing me.”
“Stop it,” he says, holding the panties out to me as he starts to laugh. “Please put these back on.”
