Page 47 of Not Just a Trick Play

Her gaze is appraising, and I resist the urge to squirm. After a moment, she responds. “I don’t see why not. As long as the focus is football and fundraising.”

I flash my most innocent Boy-Scout grin, innocence personified. “But of course. I’ll be an absolute angel.”

Did Amelia just snort under her breath? Nonetheless, her fingers already tapping away at her screen. “Very well. I’ve scheduled you for all the dates.”

“Why do you need to hog all the attention? Save some for us,” Hunter says, coming up beside me.

Rani, who’s standing by Amelia, jumps in before I can retort. “There’s plenty of room. The more the merrier.”

She takes down his preferred dates. I step back, leaning against a wall to observe, as more of the guys fall in line. It’s a huge relief that so many of them are pitching in.

When it’s Milo turn, he says, “Hello, Amelia. My name is Milo Reeves. I can’t wait to work with you.” He flashes her a brilliant smile.

“Umm, hi. How do you do?” she responds.

“Verrrryyyy well…” he drawls.

“Would you like to volunteer?” she asks, flustered.

“Of course.”

He bends over so their heads are close to touching and confer in low voices. They seem to be taking their sweet time. How damned long does it take to sign up for some dates?

When he finally finishes, he joins me by the wall. “Looking forward to working with your girl…”

I keep my eyes fixed ahead. “Not my girl.”

“Nothing going on?”

“Nope.” I tip my head, watching as she smiles at another of my teammates. Nothing now, at least. Delayed gratification never killed anyone, and I’m not going to let that one-star rating stand forever. In the meantime, I’m repurposing my lure.

“Hmmm.”

I don’t bother responding. Impatiently, I wait while everyone signs up. Bit by bit, the room empties. Even though I know I should leave with the others, I can’t fight the temptation to linger. “Amelia, hold up. I need to discuss some scheduling stuff with you.”

She purses her lips but doesn’t protest.

Only when the heavy doors shut after the last occupants do I saunter close.

“Jake,” she says. “Scheduling concerns, you mentioned. What can I help you with?” Oh, that damned posh tone. It makes me want to flip her skirt up and lick her sweet pussy and see how fast I’m able to make it vanish and turn her into a wild, screaming mess.

I lean casually against the table. “Thought I’d find out how you were settling in.” With a sly grin, I add, “Also brought you a little welcome present.” I retrieve a Twizzler out of my pocket and hold one end out.

There’s a brief softening of her features, quickly eclipsed by my next, “Can’t have you hogging the ones in the break rooms and leaving the rest of us with none. You want to make the best first impression.”

A scowl flickers over her face, but she reaches for the candy. Too quick, I pull it back.

“That’s just cruel, you know?” Irritation laces her tone.

I can’t hold back my smirk, relishing her vexation. “Maybe I’ll keep it to myself. See what all the fuss is about.”

Her lips press into a thin line, those blue depths narrowing as she lunges for the Twizzler again. I raise it even farther out of reach.

She huffs, crossing her arms and fixing me with a glare. “Sweets are bad for you.”

She’s not wrong. I’ve already told myself that, but some sweets are too much to resist. I study her, noting how her top stretches over her tits. There’s a similar tension in my jeans. But the slide for the Nurture NYC is still up on the screen. Caught between the delicious temptation of her and the disastrous consequences of yielding to it, it’s obvious I’m stuck between a sugar-coated rock and a hard place.

Opting for the less indulgent path, I clear my throat and offer her the Twizzler once more. She hesitates, eyeing me suspiciously, before slowly curling her fingers around it. “Thank you. It’s very nice of you.”

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