Page 11 of West Bound

She opens her mouth to speak but then defers to Luca. He nods and proceeds to tell me, “There are speculations regarding your trade however, there has been no word to any press in regards to my purchasing of the team.” Luca’s voice is laced with a dark and menacing undertone that has the hairs standing up on the back of my neck.

“Well, actually…” CeCe holds up a finger then bit her lip nervously. “I did give the inside scoop to one reporter, but they’re the on field correspondent for the Wranglers.”

Luca tips his head to one side and eyes her with curiosity. “Who is this reporter?”

Her lips rub together furiously and she flits her eyes between Luca and me, then back to him.

She clears her throat and says, “She, uh…her name is Vivian Kelley, Mr. Amato, and I informed her this afternoon of both the signing of Mr. West and your purchase. She will be our direct correspondent for anything involving the team.”

My lip twitches at the mere mention of her name and CeCe notices my not-so-sly smirk. Her eyes narrow and I just know that the two of them have already had a heart-to-heart regarding my new status as a Wrangler.

“Will she be here today? I would love to meet her.” Luca begins walking towards a set of shiny elevator doors and we follow. Behind us trails Mauricio and a few other people I assume are execs for the team.

“She will–is here. She was hoping she could introduce herself to you, Mr. Amato, before the whirlwind of questions and cameras took over.” The doors open and Luca motions for CeCe to enter first and we pile in behind her.

“Fantastico. I look forward to speaking with her.” A bell chimes indicating we have reached our floor and the doors open.

Once again, CeCe moves first and the rest of us follow her like a pack of puppy dogs, trailing a juicy steak.

She walks towards a door and slowly pulls it open, like a host on a game show revealing what’s behind door number one. “This way, Mr. Amato. Phoenix.”

We enter the room and there she is.

Her face lifts as we walk in and she immediately freezes, doing her best impression of a statue. Then she cracks and her jaw drops.

“You must be Ms. Kelley.” Luca’s steps are more like elegantly choreographed strides as he makes his way over to where she stands with a short, portly guy who is fidgeting with his camera.

“Yes. And you must be Mr. Amato. So lovely to meet you. Please, call me Vivian.” He clasps her hand then air kisses each cheek in greeting.

I watch as her wide green eyes find mine. Her pupils are so large you can barely see the magnificent color that draws men in like a siren.

That’s what she is. A fucking siren luring me in. And with the way she looks at me with fire in her eyes, I’d say she is definitely dreaming of beguiling me to my death.

“Bellissima,” he croons in a voice that must have women dropping their panties like he’s promising them immortality.

Vivian smiles shyly and her porcelain skin hues a beautiful shade of pink at the compliment.

Does she blush like that all over? God, I’d love to find out.

“Phoenix.” Luca calls my name and I finally take my eyes off of her. “Come in and meet Vivian.”

I try to hold back the smile that I know looks more smug than friendly, but my body has its own reaction to Vivian. Hers must have a reaction to me, as well since I watch her nostrils flare and jaw clench the closer I inch towards her.

“Hey Viv,” I rasp in my deepest voice.

I tug her into a hug much like I did with CeCe, except with this one I hold her a little too close and a little too tight. I may have also sniffed her hair which smelled like a gardenia bush in the summertime.

Her tiny body feels so good wrapped in my arms. I want to do more than just hug her and with the way my cock chooses this very moment to bang on my zipper, Vivian knows it too.

She pushes out of my arms and lifts her chin to me–because she’s like a sexy little fairy compared to me–and smooths out her silky blouse that only draws attention to her perky breasts and pebbled nipples.

Well, well, well. Her attitude may have put off fuck you vibes, but it appears her body is now in agreement with mine.

“Hello Phoenix. Congratulations on your trade. I know your presence will be well received by the city of Houston and the entire Wrangler organization.”

I watch her plump, pink pouty lips move with each word. When they form an O, all I can imagine is how fucking perfect they would look wrapped around my cock while I take a fist full of fire in my hand.

Wrong thing to think about, dumbshit.

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