Page 24 of Personal Foul
Chapter Nine
Rush
All night I tossed and turned, visions of Sydney keeping me up. I could still smell her on my skin. Every time I’d get an inhale of her scent, my mind would slip back to the look in her eyes when I traced my mouth over her soft wrist.
She’s got me out of my damn mind wanting to be close to her, to touch her.
I woke up early and made breakfast, caught up on the morning news, and even went for a walk; anything to distract me.
It was after nine when I decided to stop by her place before I head to practice. I promised her I’d be wanting to pick up where we left off.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I stand outside her door, knocking and waiting, hoping maybe she was just asleep. When she doesn’t answer or respond to my text, I gather my stuff and head to the gym early. I’ll swing by her office before practice today.
Anything to help curb my thoughts because at this rate, I don’t think I’ll be able to focus until I see her again.
I get my bag packed and make it to the practice facility in record time. I drop my stuff off in my locker before jogging over to where the head offices are located.
“Hello, may I help you?” the receptionist asks. The wall behind her desk is covered with a black glass panel with the Miami Blaze logo in the center. The design around it made to look as if there are actual flames.
“Hi, yes. Is Sydney Carr available? I need to speak with her about a couple of forms I need to fill out. I have some questions, and I’m hoping she can help,” I lie.
“Let me check.” She smiles, her eyes do a quick once-over before picking up the phone to call Sydney.
“Hey, Sydney,” she greets her. My heartbeat starts to pick up, knowing she’s here, on the other end of the line.
“I have a player here who’s requesting to speak with you.”
“Colson Rush,” I clarify, folding my arms as I lean over the desk.
“He said his name is Colson Rush.”
She nods her head, glancing up at me with her polite smile. Her cheeks turn rosy when she finds me staring intently, hoping Sydney will let me see her.
“I’ll send him in,” she replies cheerfully, hanging up the phone.
“You can head into her office. It’s around the corner, first door on the right.”
I don’t bother paying attention to her directions, I already know which office is Sydney’s. As soon as I round the corner to her office, she’s out of her chair standing. She looks fucking stunning dressed in a sleek, black dress that cuts off above her knee. She’s wearing black heels, which nearly have my legs giving out at the sight of them.
Her hair is curled, pulled over one shoulder, and her lips are covered with a shiny gloss, making them look juicy and wet.
“Colson, is everything okay? She said you needed help filling out papers?”
Her brows furrow in confusion, peering down to my empty hands, then back up to my face trying to piece together what I may need.
“I lied.” I smile, shrugging. “I went by your place this morning, and you weren’t home. I wanted to see you.”
Her eyes narrow, checking over my shoulder, then back to me.
“Shut the door,” she states matter-of-factly.
Turning to push the door closed, she takes a step toward me, closing the distance between us. A small window frames the side of the door. Moving us out of view, she pushes me against the wall, away from anyone who might walk by and see us.
“Are you trying to keep me your dirty little secret?” I chuckle, raising my eyebrows.
“Colson,” she whispers, but it comes out more like a moan. She reaches her hand up, pulling me down to kiss her. Ah, hell, I can’t even attempt to hold myself back, not that I had any intention of trying when I showed up here.
