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nod. “Right out of high school, you knew what you wanted to do and you knew how to succeed.”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I did it to try to prove something to my family, and to myself. And you know, they still don't care that much. They didn't even come to my graduation, barely even acknowledged it when I made partner. I’m sure they look down on the accomplishment because my dad was involved in this firm, and I share his last name, and that helps when you’re trying to get ahead. Still I couldn’t have done it if I hadn’t’ve worked my ass off every waking hour of every day in college. Anyway, all that doesn't matter to me right now. What matters is that I am a hard worker, and I am good . Just as good as you are on the field. And I am going to figure out exactly how to get this Sabrina Forbes person off your back, so that you can live your life freely, so that you can concentrate on playing your game. It's going to be my own personal mission.”
I didn't realize exactly how much stress I was under, but as she speaks, it ebbs away in a long slow exhale. Maybe I can trust her after all? Maybe she’s not like the rest of the women who’ve taken it upon themselves to make my life difficult.
It would be nice to trust someone in this life, besides my old friends at Brooks U. But if I trust her with my heart, is it all going to turn out like it did with Sabrina? Like, once the first flush of being with the big star QB is over, she'll just try to take me for whatever she can get? Or worse, leave?
“My personal mission,” she says, looking me in the eyes and punctuating her sentences by a tap on my naked pecs.
I'm on the edge of this leap of faith, but I'm not sure I can fall over the edge. I have been in this place one too many times, and I can't pretend that just because I feel something strong doesn't mean it's not dangerous.
But by the way she's looking at me, I don't know if I can walk away either.
“It feels like it's a bit late to say this, but Odell ... can we take things slow?” I tilt her head up gently to look in her eyes.
“Yeah,” she says quickly. She looks away. “Of course, we can. I wouldn't want it any other way.” She sees the glass of water and turns away to take a long draw. “That's better.” When she looks back at me, she’s smiling, but it’s colder. Emptier. “Anyway, like I said, I guess I better be going. Big day tomorrow.”
“Odell,” I say.
“Hey, it's all right.” Now her eyes are different. They're more guarded. Somehow closed. But she's still smiling. I’ve hurt her. “It's been really fun, Griff. And now that I know your name, it's nice to be able to yell it in bed.” Her smirk belies her pain. I know that well.
I grab her and plant a long, slow, lingering kiss on her mouth.
“It's more than that,” I whisper. She smiles again, but turns away. “What we have.”
“I'm going to get dressed,” she says softly as she pulls away.
“Can I give you a ride?” I ask.
“Nah, I'mma just call an Uber. It's no problem.” Her voice is bright again. False.
“Ok, well I think we have a meeting tomorrow, so I'll see you then,” I tell her. I hope she's not pissed off at me. “I need you on my side, you know,” I wink.
“Oh hell yes you do,” she grins. “That is for sure.” She breaks away and goes to grab her clothes.
I slug down some wine to quell that feeling in my stomach and follow her. She's pulling on her shirt, her lovely, lithe brown body moving gracefully. When it's over her head, she affixes me with her eyes.
“You getting a good look?” She smiles, throwing my line back at me like a comeback pass.
“Doing my best,” I grin. “Hey. You know I don't mean that we should stop seeing one another, right Odell?” I ask her. “Because seeing you like this makes me want to see a hell of a lot more of you... right now.”
She brightens and playfully swats me as I pull her into my arms. “Are you serious, Mr. Take-Things-Slow?” she
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I did it to try to prove something to my family, and to myself. And you know, they still don't care that much. They didn't even come to my graduation, barely even acknowledged it when I made partner. I’m sure they look down on the accomplishment because my dad was involved in this firm, and I share his last name, and that helps when you’re trying to get ahead. Still I couldn’t have done it if I hadn’t’ve worked my ass off every waking hour of every day in college. Anyway, all that doesn't matter to me right now. What matters is that I am a hard worker, and I am good . Just as good as you are on the field. And I am going to figure out exactly how to get this Sabrina Forbes person off your back, so that you can live your life freely, so that you can concentrate on playing your game. It's going to be my own personal mission.”
I didn't realize exactly how much stress I was under, but as she speaks, it ebbs away in a long slow exhale. Maybe I can trust her after all? Maybe she’s not like the rest of the women who’ve taken it upon themselves to make my life difficult.
It would be nice to trust someone in this life, besides my old friends at Brooks U. But if I trust her with my heart, is it all going to turn out like it did with Sabrina? Like, once the first flush of being with the big star QB is over, she'll just try to take me for whatever she can get? Or worse, leave?
“My personal mission,” she says, looking me in the eyes and punctuating her sentences by a tap on my naked pecs.
I'm on the edge of this leap of faith, but I'm not sure I can fall over the edge. I have been in this place one too many times, and I can't pretend that just because I feel something strong doesn't mean it's not dangerous.
But by the way she's looking at me, I don't know if I can walk away either.
“It feels like it's a bit late to say this, but Odell ... can we take things slow?” I tilt her head up gently to look in her eyes.
“Yeah,” she says quickly. She looks away. “Of course, we can. I wouldn't want it any other way.” She sees the glass of water and turns away to take a long draw. “That's better.” When she looks back at me, she’s smiling, but it’s colder. Emptier. “Anyway, like I said, I guess I better be going. Big day tomorrow.”
“Odell,” I say.
“Hey, it's all right.” Now her eyes are different. They're more guarded. Somehow closed. But she's still smiling. I’ve hurt her. “It's been really fun, Griff. And now that I know your name, it's nice to be able to yell it in bed.” Her smirk belies her pain. I know that well.
I grab her and plant a long, slow, lingering kiss on her mouth.
“It's more than that,” I whisper. She smiles again, but turns away. “What we have.”
“I'm going to get dressed,” she says softly as she pulls away.
“Can I give you a ride?” I ask.
“Nah, I'mma just call an Uber. It's no problem.” Her voice is bright again. False.
“Ok, well I think we have a meeting tomorrow, so I'll see you then,” I tell her. I hope she's not pissed off at me. “I need you on my side, you know,” I wink.
“Oh hell yes you do,” she grins. “That is for sure.” She breaks away and goes to grab her clothes.
I slug down some wine to quell that feeling in my stomach and follow her. She's pulling on her shirt, her lovely, lithe brown body moving gracefully. When it's over her head, she affixes me with her eyes.
“You getting a good look?” She smiles, throwing my line back at me like a comeback pass.
“Doing my best,” I grin. “Hey. You know I don't mean that we should stop seeing one another, right Odell?” I ask her. “Because seeing you like this makes me want to see a hell of a lot more of you... right now.”
She brightens and playfully swats me as I pull her into my arms. “Are you serious, Mr. Take-Things-Slow?” she
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