Page 3 of Sacrifice Bunt

Something about Noah and the way he looked at her made her shy. Before she could grab anything to cover up her naked body, the fire alarm went off.

The fucking fire alarm.

This is where the story went from bad to worse. She wasn’t overly concerned, but the look on Noah’s face was one of complete panic and fear. He was screaming at her to leave and when she didn’t move fast enough, he threw her over his shoulder and ran out of the apartment and eventually out of the building.

With her still completely naked.

Her bare ass was on display for the whole world to see.

Okay, maybe not the whole world, but everyone who’d run out of the building and all the people outside watching.

When she finally got her first good look at the building, she was thankful he’d made her leave as quickly as he had because the whole thing seemed to be on fire. It was hard to be mad at someone who’d saved your life. After she calmed down, he sat her on her feet and gave her his shirt to cover up with. When she turned around to thank him, he was gone.

Poof, just like that. Almost as if he was never there in the first place.

For a while, she wondered if she’d imagined the whole thing. Then one night, after she’d graduated and gotten her job at Sports World, she was shuffling through files of potential clients, and there he was.

Noah Ashe, outfielder for the LA Emperors.

Because, of course, he was an athlete.

Somehow she was able to avoid him for years, even though he played for the same team as Heath and a few of her other clients. It wasn’t until he walked into her office almost six months ago that she’d come face to face with him again.

Where he acted as if they’d never met.

Was she so forgettable? Not that she wanted him to remember her, but still, it would be nice if her naked image was one he thought of often.

Wait, no, she did not want Noah Ashe thinking of her naked. She didn’t want him thinking of her at all. She wanted nothing to do with him, which was why she’d turned him down when he’d asked her to be his agent.

Then Hannah, her traitor of a best friend, went and took him on.

Seriously, wasn’t there some sort of girl code about that? Never take a client who has seen your best friend naked and watched a building burn down together.

If there wasn’t, there should be.

She’d look into adding it to the girl code book. In her spare time, when she had virtually none.

She paced the sideline of the field, clutching her phone in her hand waiting ever so patiently for the email from Hannah to arrive. What in the world could be so crucial that Hannah needed her to step in and help Noah? Especially when Hannah was aware of how much Zara did not want to be in the same room as the man.

Her phone buzzed, alerting her that the email had landed in her inbox. Zara opened it and began reading, stopping almost immediately.

Shit.

Of course, Hannah needed someone at the dinner meeting with Noah. It was with Power Punch, the world’s leader in sports drinks, and a sponsorship that every athlete and agent wanted. Zara had pitched several clients to them over the last few months, but they hadn’t liked any, and never even took a meeting. The fact that they were meeting with Noah was a pretty big deal.

She was shocked that Hannah wasn’t dropping everything to make this meeting.

Zara:

What could possibly be so important that you miss out on a meeting with Power Punch?

Hannah:

It’s not something I can talk about yet, but when I can, you’ll be the first to know.

Zara:

Fine, but you do realize I’m going to charm their asses off and you might lose them to me?

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