Page 40 of One Last Chance

“Domenic Reed. Don’t try and deny it. You two have got it bad for each other. Just looking at his eyes on you… it’s like watching porn.”

Raising my eyebrows in surprise, Valerie laughs. “Sorry, just stating the obvious.”

“Yeah, well, he has a girlfriend.”

“I never liked her,” Valerie adds, glancing over to where Cassandra is currently standing.

Shrugging, I reply, “She doesn’t seem so bad, I guess.”

“Yeah, well, I guess each to their own. Now, what do you need from me? We have everything set up for you. Would you like some coffee?”

Glad for the change of subject, I reply, “Sure.”

Pouring myself a cup of coffee, Valerie excuses herself to talk to Coach. I nearly drop the contents of my coffee when a deep voice sounds from behind me.

“May I have a word, Chloe?”

Surprised by the voice, I look over my shoulder and find Domenic standing there. He has oil rubbed into his skin, making the abs on his torso more defined. The same torso I had my hands around in the shower this morning.

Worried that people might be looking at us, I glance behind him, finding everyone doing their own thing, and Cassandra’s still on her phone.

Clearing my throat, I stutter out the words. “I… I… don’t th-think that’s a good idea.”

Folding his arms, he replies, “Chloe, I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was coming to the photo shoot. Normally, girlfriends are not allowed back here, but because she’s Timothy Miles’ daughter, she can basically do what she wants.”

“It’s okay,” I mumble while at the same time playing with the rim of my coffee cup. “She is your girlfriend, after all.”

Grabbing my coffee cup from my hand and placing it onto the nearby table, he steps closer and says in a low tone, “I don’t care about her, Chloe. You need to know that you’re the one I want. But I do need time to tell her. Get out of that head of yours… Iwillend things with her.”

Our moment is ended when words are yelled, “Okay, everyone in position.”

“Let’s talk about this later, I have work to do, and so do you,” I explain, my eyes looking around at the people.

Domenic nods and says, “Right. Just promise me you will give me a chance to break things off with Cassandra?”

“Domenic! Get your ass into position,” Coach yells, and I can’t help but giggle when Domenic straightens and heads off toward the other men. He turns back and smiles, and I smile back.

Okay, let’s get this show on the road.

Seeing Domenic on the television at home is one thing but watching him in the flesh as he flexes his muscles and runs with the ball is nothing in comparison. Every inch of his body is perfection. Wide shoulders, narrow hips, and wide thighs are just the beginning of how perfect he is.

The click of the camera brings me back to the present as I continue to focus on the task at hand.

Before I know it, an hour has passed, and Tom is yelling out, “Let’s break for lunch.”

The boys stop their running and throwing to take a breather.

I take the opportunity to take some more shots of them in their natural state, loving how they come together as a team while laughing and tapping each other on their backs.

“Excellent work, Chloe,” Tom says as he looks at the screen that is currently displaying the images I’ve taken. Removing my eye from the lens, I walk to the nearby table and view the images.

They look good.

As we’re flicking through the images, perfume surrounds us, and I can only guess who it belongs to.

“Doesn’t my man look great?”

Swallowing hard, I turn around and face the lady herself.Cassandra.

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