Page 3 of Dirty Filthy Boy
Did she just insult me and my profession?Man, she's got a lot to learn about kissing up. Given that she's new at this, though, I decide to cut her some slack. "Sports were all that mattered where I came from."
"Where are you from?"
"Texas." Before I can explain further, someone bellows my name.
"Hey, Mathews, you planning on joining us sometime today?"
"Umm, gotta go. Practice for that non-important job." I grin, and add a wink for good measure.
She gives me a sheepish smile. "Okay."
"I can meet you another day, and we can talk."
"Tomorrow?"
This time I can't hold back the laugh. "No, tomorrow is Sunday. Game day? How about Monday?"
She pauses a second and then narrows her gaze. "You're not being nice to me just to get in my pants are you?"
Good to see she hassomeprotective instincts. "Would you believe me if I said no?"
"Not really. You look like the type."
She's got a point. I do want to get in her pants. But then, what red-blooded American male wouldn't? She has masses of auburn hair, world-class tits, and legs that goallthe way up. A man's dick would rise from the grave to ride that rodeo. But the truth is she got the shaft from the three amigos, and that doesn't sit right by me. "We can meet in a public place, if you like." Why am I almost begging here? I never have to work this hard to get a woman.
"Not here?"
"No." For personal reasons, I never give out private interviews. So I don't want our press office to find out about this before the article appears in her paper. If somebody asks afterward, I'll say I did it to avert a public relations disaster. Not that any one's going to question my motives after I explain what those three did to her. "There's a diner down the street from where I live. We could meet there." I run into that place at least once a week and am pretty sure she can conduct her interview without us being interrupted.
"Okay." When she bends down to pick up the hapless notebook, I almost swallow my tongue. My cock twitches at the thought of clutching those hips, sinking into her hot pussy and pounding her all the way to . . .
"Where is it?"
Where is what? Oh, the diner."The Honey Bee's on Beach Drive. Let's say ten Monday morning?" I fight the need to tug my damn cup which seems to have shrunk two sizes. Last thing I want is to make her uncomfortable.
"See you then." All smiles now, she gives me a little wave before she slides into her piece-of-shit car. She turns on the ignition, and the damn thing knocks for awhile before something grinds and the car lurches forward.
Like a prize idiot, I stand there and watch her drive off before giving my dick some breathing room. It's only when she's out of sight that I jog back to the practice field where the quarterback coach waits for me.
"Five more minutes and you would have been late for practice. An automatic $10,000 fine."
"Sorry coach. Won't happen again." $10,000 is a lot of money, but honestly, if I had to pay? MacKenna Perkins would be worth it.
