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She needed to keep her distance from the dangerous man but she couldn’t help the way her heart reached out to him…for giving so much. Damn him.
Brady took the podium and applauded toward the audience as they applauded toward him. Once they silenced, he began to speak.
“Thank you so much for coming out today and supporting Special Olympics. This organization has been near and dear to my heart ever since I was a kid. My neighbor and best friend, Randy Stevens, had Down Syndrome, although he was 20 years older than me, he was the one who taught me how to throw a baseball. He would practice with me every weekend and he always told me I would make it to the major leagues one day. I always asked him why he wasn’t going to try out for the major leagues and he just smiled at me and he said he was too good for the major leagues; he was in Special Olympics!”
Everyone in the room gave a kind hearted laugh. Brady continued. “When Randy was very ill and in the hospital , I was just starting to make it to the big leagues and I promised him I would make sure there were just as many, if not more, opportunities for athletes like him to participate in the sports they loved.”
Jane wiped a tear from her eyes as she listened to the end of Brady’s speech. God she needed to pull it together, she could not be crying like a lunatic in front of all these potential clients. When she was watching Brady at the podium she could not help but notice a voice in the back of her head that was saying maybe she misjudged Brady Matthews, maybe she was wrong to judge him so quickly.
Although… he could be a kind hearted guy and still a player. His everyday life could be completely different from his media pronounced active sex life. He could be a fundraising entrepreneur during the day and a man slut at night.
“So thank you for coming out and supporting Randy’s and my dream. I wanted to raise $250,000 today and we did not come anywhere near that goal, we went over! We raised $350,000.”
Jane nearly choked on her own saliva, $350,000 in a week? Holy crap either Albert had some serious connections or someone made a huge lump sum donation and she though she knew who it was and he was standing up at the podium, gorgeous as ever. Damn Brady Matthews and damn her rusty libido.
Brady Continued , “I have a couple of people to thank, Albert Winchester, you have been a real help this week handling all the press for us, we are very grateful. Lucy Reynolds, thank you for helping set up this event and talking with our event coordinator as well as making sure some of the most amazing athletes were invited to this outing. Finally I need to thank Jane Bradley from JB Events, without you we would not be standing here right now amongst all this success. Thank you for busting your butt this week and making this happen for us.” Brady winked at Jane and then wrapped up his speech. “I hope you all had a good time, thank you!” Brady finished with a wave while the room erupted with applause as Brady started to walk right toward Jane.
Jane could not talk to Brady right now, she was too emotional. She dropped her clipboard on the table next to her and ran to the bathroom. Oh my God, she was such an idiot for thinking such bad things about Brady. Yes, he was still a womanizer but he had such a big heart. Ugh, she needed to pull herself together and get back out there. She looked at herself in the mirror, she was pale and her mouth was completely dry. She sipped some water and pinched her cheeks to get some color back in them. She looked like an idiot hovering in the bathroom so she gathered herself and headed back to the banquet hall. He was just a man, a man that happened to look at her as if he was going to tear her clothes off or hold her tightly, stroking her hair all night.
When he was thanking her in front of everyone, it looked like he had pure lust oozing out of his eyes for her. Maybe Michael didn’t ask Brady for a favor the night
Brady took the podium and applauded toward the audience as they applauded toward him. Once they silenced, he began to speak.
“Thank you so much for coming out today and supporting Special Olympics. This organization has been near and dear to my heart ever since I was a kid. My neighbor and best friend, Randy Stevens, had Down Syndrome, although he was 20 years older than me, he was the one who taught me how to throw a baseball. He would practice with me every weekend and he always told me I would make it to the major leagues one day. I always asked him why he wasn’t going to try out for the major leagues and he just smiled at me and he said he was too good for the major leagues; he was in Special Olympics!”
Everyone in the room gave a kind hearted laugh. Brady continued. “When Randy was very ill and in the hospital , I was just starting to make it to the big leagues and I promised him I would make sure there were just as many, if not more, opportunities for athletes like him to participate in the sports they loved.”
Jane wiped a tear from her eyes as she listened to the end of Brady’s speech. God she needed to pull it together, she could not be crying like a lunatic in front of all these potential clients. When she was watching Brady at the podium she could not help but notice a voice in the back of her head that was saying maybe she misjudged Brady Matthews, maybe she was wrong to judge him so quickly.
Although… he could be a kind hearted guy and still a player. His everyday life could be completely different from his media pronounced active sex life. He could be a fundraising entrepreneur during the day and a man slut at night.
“So thank you for coming out and supporting Randy’s and my dream. I wanted to raise $250,000 today and we did not come anywhere near that goal, we went over! We raised $350,000.”
Jane nearly choked on her own saliva, $350,000 in a week? Holy crap either Albert had some serious connections or someone made a huge lump sum donation and she though she knew who it was and he was standing up at the podium, gorgeous as ever. Damn Brady Matthews and damn her rusty libido.
Brady Continued , “I have a couple of people to thank, Albert Winchester, you have been a real help this week handling all the press for us, we are very grateful. Lucy Reynolds, thank you for helping set up this event and talking with our event coordinator as well as making sure some of the most amazing athletes were invited to this outing. Finally I need to thank Jane Bradley from JB Events, without you we would not be standing here right now amongst all this success. Thank you for busting your butt this week and making this happen for us.” Brady winked at Jane and then wrapped up his speech. “I hope you all had a good time, thank you!” Brady finished with a wave while the room erupted with applause as Brady started to walk right toward Jane.
Jane could not talk to Brady right now, she was too emotional. She dropped her clipboard on the table next to her and ran to the bathroom. Oh my God, she was such an idiot for thinking such bad things about Brady. Yes, he was still a womanizer but he had such a big heart. Ugh, she needed to pull herself together and get back out there. She looked at herself in the mirror, she was pale and her mouth was completely dry. She sipped some water and pinched her cheeks to get some color back in them. She looked like an idiot hovering in the bathroom so she gathered herself and headed back to the banquet hall. He was just a man, a man that happened to look at her as if he was going to tear her clothes off or hold her tightly, stroking her hair all night.
When he was thanking her in front of everyone, it looked like he had pure lust oozing out of his eyes for her. Maybe Michael didn’t ask Brady for a favor the night
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