Read Online Hard Tackle: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Jessica Ashe - Free Book Online
Authors: Jessica Ashe
Ads: Link
working here, and so do I. If we work at the office, he’ll get loads of admirers staring at him all the time.”
“Okay,” Tasha said disbelievingly. “You keep telling yourself that.”
The doorbell rang before I could argue. Even though Barton was a client, there didn’t seem much point in dressing up as if I were actually going to the office. I’d slipped into a pair of jeans—even though it was hot enough for shorts—and a plain t-shirt that could in no way be described as sexy. He couldn’t possibly still want me in this.
Unfortunately, I still wanted him. I opened the door to see Barton dressed similarly to me in just a t-shirt and jeans, but his outfit revealed a lot more. Specifically, muscles. Lots of them. Muscles everywhere I looked.
“Hi Barton,” Tasha called out. “Don’t worry, I’m just leaving.”
“Is Kristi making you leave so she can spend time alone with me?” Barton asked.
“No,” I snapped.
“Yes,” Tasha said at the same time.
“I know who I believe,” Barton said with a smile.
“Has Kristi mentioned setting me up with any of your friends yet?” Tasha asked.
“No,” Barton replied. “She’s not mentioned it.”
“Didn’t think she would. Bear me in mind, would you?”
“There’s a party tonight if you want to go. I can get you in. It’ll be full of footballers and underwear models.”
“Hmm,” Tasha murmured. “A bit of competition could be fun. I’m game.”
“If I can make a recommendation,” Barton said, “hunt around for a guy named Clyde. You two might get on well.”
Clyde? That name rang a bell. He’d been at Barton’s party. He was the one who got that douchebag out of my hair. I went to add my recommendation for Clyde, but then changed my mind. If Tasha knew I liked him, she wouldn’t go near him. I knew how her mind worked, for better or worse.
I watched on helplessly as Barton gave my sister details for one of his debauched parties and made arrangements for her to get in. I wouldn’t see her again until the morning, at the earliest.
“I’ve had some thoughts about next steps,” I said, once Tasha had left. My laptop had a ten page Word document of ideas and strategies to improve Barton’s public image. I’d deliberately kept the document on my local hard drive and off the firm’s servers. What I had in mind wouldn’t be in line with what Leona wanted me to do for Barton, namely nothing.
Should I tell Barton that my firm wanted him to look stupid? I’d considered it on an hourly basis since finding out, but I couldn’t make up my mind about what I wanted to do. If I told Barton then he would obviously stop working with my firm. That might be a good thing, but he would also go back to his old ways and that would be bad for his career. Not to mention mine. If I didn’t tell him, I could keep trying to help him. That would fuck up my career as well. Decisions, decisions.
“I’ve been thinking about the future too,” Barton said.
“Let me guess, it involves me naked, begging you to fuck me.”
“Um, no, actually.”
“Oh,” I replied. My cheeks flushed red in record time. I’d let Tasha get into my head. Of course Barton didn’t want me. He might want to screw me as something to pass the time, but he could just as easily do another girl.
“I’ve been thinking about taking full control of my Twitter account. I want to reply to all the messages. Doesn’t seem fair that you do all the work.”
“That’s what you’re paying me… I mean, my firm, to do.”
“I want to free up some of your time. If you work less, you’ll have more energy to suck my dick, and ride me like a bucking bronco.”
I picked up my pen from the table and threw it at Barton, where it proceeded to bounce harmlessly off his bulging triceps.
He did want me after all. Okay, I’ll admit it, I needed to hear that.
“You aren’t responsible enough to handle the account,” I replied.
And I don’t want you reading all the messages
“Okay,” Tasha said disbelievingly. “You keep telling yourself that.”
The doorbell rang before I could argue. Even though Barton was a client, there didn’t seem much point in dressing up as if I were actually going to the office. I’d slipped into a pair of jeans—even though it was hot enough for shorts—and a plain t-shirt that could in no way be described as sexy. He couldn’t possibly still want me in this.
Unfortunately, I still wanted him. I opened the door to see Barton dressed similarly to me in just a t-shirt and jeans, but his outfit revealed a lot more. Specifically, muscles. Lots of them. Muscles everywhere I looked.
“Hi Barton,” Tasha called out. “Don’t worry, I’m just leaving.”
“Is Kristi making you leave so she can spend time alone with me?” Barton asked.
“No,” I snapped.
“Yes,” Tasha said at the same time.
“I know who I believe,” Barton said with a smile.
“Has Kristi mentioned setting me up with any of your friends yet?” Tasha asked.
“No,” Barton replied. “She’s not mentioned it.”
“Didn’t think she would. Bear me in mind, would you?”
“There’s a party tonight if you want to go. I can get you in. It’ll be full of footballers and underwear models.”
“Hmm,” Tasha murmured. “A bit of competition could be fun. I’m game.”
“If I can make a recommendation,” Barton said, “hunt around for a guy named Clyde. You two might get on well.”
Clyde? That name rang a bell. He’d been at Barton’s party. He was the one who got that douchebag out of my hair. I went to add my recommendation for Clyde, but then changed my mind. If Tasha knew I liked him, she wouldn’t go near him. I knew how her mind worked, for better or worse.
I watched on helplessly as Barton gave my sister details for one of his debauched parties and made arrangements for her to get in. I wouldn’t see her again until the morning, at the earliest.
“I’ve had some thoughts about next steps,” I said, once Tasha had left. My laptop had a ten page Word document of ideas and strategies to improve Barton’s public image. I’d deliberately kept the document on my local hard drive and off the firm’s servers. What I had in mind wouldn’t be in line with what Leona wanted me to do for Barton, namely nothing.
Should I tell Barton that my firm wanted him to look stupid? I’d considered it on an hourly basis since finding out, but I couldn’t make up my mind about what I wanted to do. If I told Barton then he would obviously stop working with my firm. That might be a good thing, but he would also go back to his old ways and that would be bad for his career. Not to mention mine. If I didn’t tell him, I could keep trying to help him. That would fuck up my career as well. Decisions, decisions.
“I’ve been thinking about the future too,” Barton said.
“Let me guess, it involves me naked, begging you to fuck me.”
“Um, no, actually.”
“Oh,” I replied. My cheeks flushed red in record time. I’d let Tasha get into my head. Of course Barton didn’t want me. He might want to screw me as something to pass the time, but he could just as easily do another girl.
“I’ve been thinking about taking full control of my Twitter account. I want to reply to all the messages. Doesn’t seem fair that you do all the work.”
“That’s what you’re paying me… I mean, my firm, to do.”
“I want to free up some of your time. If you work less, you’ll have more energy to suck my dick, and ride me like a bucking bronco.”
I picked up my pen from the table and threw it at Barton, where it proceeded to bounce harmlessly off his bulging triceps.
He did want me after all. Okay, I’ll admit it, I needed to hear that.
“You aren’t responsible enough to handle the account,” I replied.
And I don’t want you reading all the messages
Similar Books
