Page 102 of Wild Pitch
And if that’s not what makes a great ace for a baseball team, I don’t know.
“I’ll talk with Starr and his agent to see what they can do,” Beau says.
“For now I think we have enough grounds to press charges for trespassing and disorderly conduct from the organization’s standpoint, but that doesn’t guarantee Starr’s safety outside of the premises,” explains the operations guy, rousing mumbles around the table.
I slide my hands under the table and tighten my fists. Those new security measures better be damn good, then. It’s not like I’m going to be by Cade’s side everyday, all the time, ready to beat off women who want to cross the line. I wish, but that’s just not the case.
Since the rest won’t be solved tonight in this meeting, Beau shifts the focus onto different topics, including the lineup for the next game, as well as sharing some pointers for Steve and the rest of his team to watch out for.
Players will be coming back from dinner any time to get started on their stretches, so he adjourns the meeting. We’re kinda somber as we head back to the training gym and I make a beeline around different machines to sequester myself in the office. Maybe my boss and the other trainers sense that I need a moment to myself because they loiter outside, waiting for the athletes.
I sit on my chair and swivel around, my back to them, and let my face drop on my hands.
Trágame tierra. I cannot believe I showed everybody my bra.
The fact that it was for a noble cause doesn’t let me feel much better. I’m just glad it was one of my newer ones and a black one. A lighter color would’ve probably shown a lot more than I already did. My chest isn’t much to write home about but I never imagined a day like today would come, where it became a leading character at work.
Too bad there isn’t a big enough hole to crawl under around here.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket. I leave it be for a moment while I slouch on the chair, but it shakes again. And again.
I deign myself to look at what’s happening and it’s just my roommates.
Happy Roommate
Oh my gosh I just heard what happened
Are you okay?
Mellow Roommate
That sounds like an absolute nightmare. I’d sue
But if you or Cade want to sue please give me a heads up so it doesn’t turn into a PR nightmare
Happy Roommate
Hush, you corporate drone
HOPE R U OKAY?!
Me
Yeah, I’m not the victim here
And for that reason, I reserve the right to tell them about the bra situation when we’re safely at home, where I can do my best to morph into an ostrich.
Mellow Roommate
What about your man?
“Shh!” I say aloud, even though she’s not in the office. Then I type.
Me
Shush woman, he’s not my man
Happy Roommate
