Page 87 of The Wildest One
“Is this your first meeting with him?” Landon asked.
I grabbed a clean set of grays—both shirt and shorts—from my locker and put them on. “Second. The first lasted about two hours, I think. We went over everything.”
“You’re the captain. I’m sure he had a lot to say to you.”
I tossed my wet towel at him. “And the things I couldn’t say to him …”
He laughed. “No shit.” He threw the towel back and flipped me off.
I set it over my head, rubbing my hair. “You know, it’s really easy to talk to the guy, and I like him—that’s part of the problem.”
“What’s the other part?”
“I can’t stop thinking about all the dirty things I want to do to his daughter.”
He put his hand over one eye and shook his head. “Sir, that’s a major fucking problem.”
I put on a pair of slides and made my way out of the locker room to the elevator that would take me to the executive-level floor. Once the doors opened, I walked in, pressing the top button. As the doors were closing, with only a few inches to spare, a hand squeezed into the opening, causing them to reopen.
I recognized the painted nails at the ends of those fingers.
Fuck.
“Sorry, I …” Jolie’s voice trailed off once she saw that it was me. And instead of a smile as she stepped in, I got a smirk. “Hello, Beck.”
“Jolene …”
The doors shut, and we were alone.
She held a tablet against her chest, standing on the opposite side of me, her body halfway facing the door and me. “We haven’t had our meeting yet.”
Since I gave no fucks, I let my gaze slowly dip down her body. Today’s outfit was electric blue, much brighter than the navy of our team colors. The pants hugged her delicious thighs, and the jacket hung open to show a tight shirt that was tucked in—onemostly covered by the tablet—and based on her height, I knew she had on heels.
“You haven’t asked for one.” I gradually locked eyes with her.
She moved a piece of hair behind her ear—an ear I fucking loved to kiss. “This is me officially asking.”
“Yeah?” I lifted the bottom of my T-shirt to scratch the top of my abs. Jolie noticed. And when her stare returned to mine, I said, “When do you want me?”
She let out a layered laugh, filled with breaths. “How about in twenty minutes? I have to meet with Kirk first, and then I can squeeze you in right after.” Her gaze fell again, this time going as low as my feet before making its way back up. “Unless you’re busy?”
“I’m meeting with your father.” I stroked my thumb over my bottom lip. “I can come to you after, although I’d prefer to take a shower first.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”
I chuckled, setting a hand on my damp hair. “So I smell better.”
“I don’t care about that, Beck. I won’t be close enough to know whether you smell like a shower or a goat.”
I gently banged the back of my head against the wall behind me. “That’s too bad …” I licked the lip I’d been rubbing, wishing it tasted like her pussy. “I was hoping that’s why you were having me come in.”
“To get close to me?”
“To let me fuck you on top of your desk.”
She pointed at me. “You need to behave. Remember the talk we had at your house? Professionalism is our motto now.”
The talk.
