Page 32 of Touchdowns and Temptations

“You're scaring him,” Cara turns to him and looks at me. “He'll get through it.”

“We'll see,” Michael replies, smiling at us. “See you on Sunday.”

“See you on Sunday,” I mumble and follow Cara into the office. She closes the door behind us and raises her eyebrows.

“He started the conversation,” I defend myself again. “You have to believe me and he said that I...”

“I know,” she cuts me off. “He's a big fan of yours.”

She smiles at me and walks past me to her desk.

“Really?” I ask and Cara nods.

“He really is,” she says. “He likes the way you play and thinks you'll bring the Foxes back to greatness.”

Speechless, I look at her, waiting for her to burst out laughing and tell me she's kidding, but she doesn't.

“Really?” I ask again. “He thinks that of me? Wow.”

Cara shrugs, unimpressed, and crosses her arms over her chest. Of course, she immediately gets defensive when you gush about her dad for too long. Crap. This is exactly what I promised myself I wouldn't do.

“What about my car?” she asks, changing the subject. Her eyes pierce me and I can't help but grin. I casually walk toward her.

“Let's talk about my talent again,” I tease her.

“Stop the bullshit," she hisses. “What about my car? If you broke it, then...”

Now I'm standing right in front of her, looking down at her. Cara stops her sentence and looks back at me. If I take another step forward, I can lean in close enough to touch her lips. We are so close. Her breath hits my neck because, despite her high heels, she is much smaller than me. The blood rushes through my veins and I have to be careful it doesn't go to my dick. This woman is pure temptation.

“Then?” I resume our conversation, struggling to concentrate.

“Then God have mercy on you,” she hisses and I have to grin.

“Don't worry,” I say and cluck my tongue. I place my hands on either side of her as she leans against her desk. Cara looks back at me and I lean closer to her. This time I'm not as stupid as I was yesterday. I want this woman. “There's nothing wrong with your car.”

“Oh, really?” she asks, slipping under my arms. “I want to see it.”

“Where are you going?”

“To see my car,” she says, grabbing her bag. “Are you coming?” I look at her, still confused.

“You want me to come with you?” I ask. At the risk of losing my chance with her again, I want to hear her say it.

“If you don't want to...” Cara lets the sentence hang in the air. “You won't get another invitation to visit Boston.”

I don't think I've ever taken off so fast.

10

Cara

It's been a long time since I’ve seen Marina. She has brought me new ultrasound pictures and is telling me all about her pregnancy.

“I don't see anything,” I say, holding the ultrasound photos up to the light. “Are you sure it's a boy?”

You really can't see anything on this picture. Especially not the little line that is supposed to be a penis.

“She can't say for sure until the next appointment, but we think it's a boy,” my best friend proudly reports.

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