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The only problem was, how connected he was in theworld of professional sports. At least on the western side of Pennsylvania. Maddie was sure that none of the sports teams in the rest of the U.S. had ever heard of the jerk.

Roger was a legend in his own mind.

Sort of like Romeo.

But unfortunately, hewaswell-known around Pittsburgh in the sports circles, so she had to play nice. She swallowed the bile working its way up her throat to say, “I appreciate you giving me this job?—”

“Did I indicate in some way that it’s your turn to speak?”

Maddie clamped her teeth down on her tongue to keep from spewing how she really felt about the man sitting across the desk from her.

With a smug smirk on his very punchable face.

She reminded herself for the hundredth time that she only needed a little more experience under her belt so any team she applied for would take her more seriously. Despite her education, only having a little more than a year on the job, as well as her age, counted against her.

She understood it. Professional sports teams only wanted seasoned physical therapists. They didn’t want to leave their highly paid athletes in the hands of someone without extensive experience.

As it was, those jobs were well sought after, and any opening would have a lot of applicants. Right now, with her level of experience, they most likely would file her resume in a round file—aka trash can—without even looking at it.

Roger’s influence and recommendation would help hers get seen. Hence, her bloody tongue and forced smile.

She was ready for him to say whatever he wanted to say… meaning, he needed to hurry and write her up for whatever perceived wrong she did so she could remove herself from his presence.

Sitting in a closed office with the man was not on her top ten things to do.

In contrast, Romeowason that to-do list.

What bugged her the most was, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Especially after the last time they hooked up.

She had no idea what Roger was blabbing about since suddenly, she was taken back to two nights ago.

Holy shit.That foot massage, though… The one he gave her once her belly was full of surprisingly decent food. She didn’t expect that from a true biker bar. Cold beer? Yes. Lots of whiskey flowing? Of course. Good food? A crapshoot.

Once she was sated with food, he began digging his thumbs into the bottoms of her feet. She wasn’t ashamed to admit she almost orgasmed. Then, when he squeezed her aching toes, she just about melted into a puddle.

As a sports physical therapist, she did a lot of hands-on with patients and she doubted her massages were anywhere near that level.

The man had very strong, capable hands.

It could’ve also helped that he was buck naked while he manipulated her sore feet in the best way.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last as long as she’d like. But then, if he’d kept going, she might have fallen asleep. It was that relaxing.

She quickly woke up when he worked his way up her body with a searing heat in his eyes and a naughty grin on his lips right before he…

A barked out, “Did you fall asleep?” had her jerking in her chair and her eyes flashing open.

Shit.“No, sorry. I have a headache.” Roger was an expert at giving her one.

“You were groaning.”

“Was I?” She squeezed her forehead and grimaced to make her lie look legit. “My head is pounding.” More like she was getting lost in how well Romeo pounded her. Her pussy clenched from the memory.

Roger’s office was the last place she should be getting horny.Gross.That should be enough to make her never want to have sex again.

Should be, but it didn’t.

She snuck a glance at the clock on the wall behind him. The second hand was moving too damn slowly. This day needed to be over like yesterday. “Remind me again why I’m in here?”

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