But it’s more than that.
Last night at the party, my roommate gave me one “fuck me” look and my control evaporated.
I’m used to women hitting on me but it wasn’t just any woman.
The second she took my hand and led me to that room, I couldn’t pretend to be immune.
Hooking up with her in Vail was hot.
But making her come in my bed with my name on her lips was an experience I’ll never forget.
Problem is, I’m craving more than one night.
Especially after waking up without her this morning.
I should be grateful she didn’t try to make this into something it can’t be.
I don’t share my bed with women. I’m chill about a lot of things but where I put my head down is my own place. So, it’s hard to put my finger on why this is bugging me so much.
My phone rings and I grab it without looking at the call display.
“Yeah?” I say into the handset.
“Garrett. Hope you’re sitting down.”
It’s my agent. We don’t talk much except leading up to contract years.
“What is it?”
“There’s a deal on the horizon. A shoe sponsorship.”
I blink. “You sure you called the right number.”
I’m the guy everyone goes to for help planning a party or pulling a prank.
I’m not the shoe deal kind of guy.
He barks out a laugh. “You’re in the running but they want to see more before making a decision.”
“How much?”
“Not confirmed but it’s out there.” He names a figure that has my jaw going slack.
It’s almost as much as my entire contract. It would make a difference in my Grams’s life, ensuring sure I could provide for her as long as she needs it.
“Their brand is wholesome. They want someone everyone’s talking about, but they’ve had their eye on you for a while.”
“What do I need to do?”
“Easy. Keep playing the best ball of your life and don’t let anything distract you.”
* * *
I’m still turning over the potential shoe sponsorship when I get up to my place.
Even though my year’s been strong so far, it’s not obvious why they picked me over the hundreds of other guys.
But every thought evaporates when the door swings wide before I can turn the handle.