Page 42 of Puck Princess

“So, now you’re wheeling and dealing with the Devil? Callie, you can’t be serious.”

“Things are going so well, Kenny. For the first time, my job feels right. I have a boyfriend. I’m having a baby. I know this is where I’m supposed to be, and I just don’t want anything or anyone to fuck it up, you know?”

I exit the bathroom and make my way to my office.

“You can’t trust him. I know you want to leave your past behind, but this guy is your past and he’s literally all up in your face right now.”

I fake smile at people I pass on the way to my office, keeping my voice artificially cheerful as I respond. “We’re usually on separate ends of the building. It’s not like I see him every day. And when I do my job right, the players don’t get hurt, I don’t see them much at all.”

“He’s a liar. Liars fake injuries to make sure they get to see their stalking victim as much as they want.”

“If he’s that injured, he needs someone with more experience than me. I’ll pass him off to Miriam. If I’m lucky, I’ll never have to touch him again.”

Suddenly, my office door cracks open, and Owen pokes his head in. “You better not be talking about me.”

My heart speeds up. How much did he hear?

“But you aren’t lucky, Cal! You had sex with Owen once and got a bum condom. Your life is tragicomedy, at best, so?—”

“I gotta go,” I blurt, hanging up before she can say anything too incriminating.

I drop my phone on my desk and smile at Owen. “Hey, you.”

“Hey yourself. Are you busy? I was thinking—” I cut him off by wrapping my arms around him and kissing him.

His quick reaction time comes in handy as he instantly bands his arms around my waist and pulls me tight, deepening the kiss until I’m lightheaded.

I pull away, breathless. “I missed you.”

“Me too. It’s been crazy this week. Coach is running us pretty hard, trying to work out our dynamic now that you-know-who isgone.” Owen’s jaw still clenches at any mention of Miles. It flexes again as he adds, “The new kid is a piece of work, too.”

I don’t want to talk about Spencer, so I kiss Owen again. This time, my body melts against his. Our hips grind together.

Owen moans and then picks me up. He carries me to my desk and lays me down, knocking everything but my laptop out of the way.

“Owen!” I fist my hand in the front of his shirt, trying to keep my voice down. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing what you started.” He hovers over me, kissing my neck, his fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt. “You can’t rub your sweet little self all over me and then pump the brakes.”

“We can’t do it in here!” I whisper yell.

“Why not? The door locks.”

“And the coach has a key.” He’s still devouring my neck while his hand is moving quickly across my ribs towards my chest. If he makes it there, turning back will be even harder than it already is.

“Uncle Randy would knock first.”

“Owen!” I giggle, shoving him back.

Owen braces his hands on the desk, his chest already rising and falling in waves of heated adrenaline. “Alright, alright. Then let’s get out of here. We can break in the new Benz.”

“The what?” I ask.

He pulls me to my feet and takes me to the window overlooking the VIP parking lot. Then he hits a button on a brand new key fob and the lights to a shiny blue Benz flicker below us.

“When did you get a new car?”

“When I got tired of driving the rental.” He kisses me again. “What do you say? Want to christen it with me?”

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