car.”
“Fine, then I guess we’re walking.”
Huffing out his frustration, Parker closed the garage and walked past Margo as he headed for her car. He opened the door and then looked back up at her with the cutest, most irritated look ever.
“I’m not going to fit in this damn thing. I have legs, Mo.”
“And what do you think these things are?” Margo asked, while showing off her legs.
Parker licked his lips and then bit his bottom lip as he looked at her with pure lust, making her lady parts scream for attention. It had been way too long since she’d had her fair share of male and the way Parker was looking at her awakened every erotic thought in her body.
“Those are perfect anchors.”
“Anchors?” Margo asked as she walked up next to Parker and pushed the seat back so he could sit down. When she stood back up, she caught him checking out her ass.
He shook his head and said, “Yeah, anchors for holding on to someone’s waist for dear life as you’re plowed into.”
Margo quirked her eyebrow and then playfully swatted Parker in the chest. “There’s something wrong with you.”
They both got in the car as Parker laughed. Margo told Parker where to head to for dinner and on their drive, they talked about Margo’s job. She worked at the local animal shelter as a funding coordinator, raising money for the shelter and putting on some of their biggest events. She first got the job when she was in her senior year of college and, once she graduated, she was hired on full time. Caring for and helping animals was a deep passion of hers, so she couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
They arrived at the restaurant and were escorted back to their table that overlooked the crashing waves. Margo took off her sandals, since their table rested on top of sand, one of the reasons she picked the place, because she loved burying her feet in the sand while watching the sunset.
After ordering some grown up drinks, they enjoyed the salsa and tortilla chips that were placed in front of them as the sun started to set against the crystal line of the ocean.
“So, do you like it out there? In Atlanta that is?”
Parker shrugged, “Yeah, it’s alright. I mean, do I wish I was in San Diego with all my friends, hell yeah, but I like Atlanta; the atmosphere of the city is great.”
“Are the boys on the team being nice to you, Kirbs?” Margo teased.
“Well, now that I’m no longer a rookie, yes, they’re being nice.”
“Is it true, the things they make the rookies do?”
Parker nodded as he shoved a chip in his mouth, not caring that he dripped salsa all over the table. He had always been a pig when it came to eating. “On our first away trip, they told me to dress pretty for an evening out. After our afternoon game, I got back to my room and found a beautiful floral dress, high heels, size 12, and a dainty pair of pearls waiting to grace my neck.”
Margo laughed as she envisioned Parker in such a get-up.
“The worst part was, they made me wear stockings and, not being a seasoned wearer of the blasted things, I snagged them a lot and gave them a lot of runs, making me look like a classless lady wandering the streets.”
“Oh, we can’t have that,” Margo laughed.
“I know, right?” Parker shoved another chip in his mouth and spoke as he chewed, “The guys didn’t get the importance of not having runs in my stockings, so they wouldn’t let me take them off. The embarrassment that rolled through me when people stared, I was mortified.”
Margo had to wipe the tears from her eyes as she continued to laugh. “I’m sure it was the stockings they were staring at, not the six foot, two baseball stud in lady’s garments.”
“Stud?” Parker asked, of course picking up on her slip of tongue.
“Get over yourself,” Margo said nonchalantly. “Please tell me you have a picture of this get-up.”
Smiling brightly, Parker reached into his pocket and pulled out his
“Fine, then I guess we’re walking.”
Huffing out his frustration, Parker closed the garage and walked past Margo as he headed for her car. He opened the door and then looked back up at her with the cutest, most irritated look ever.
“I’m not going to fit in this damn thing. I have legs, Mo.”
“And what do you think these things are?” Margo asked, while showing off her legs.
Parker licked his lips and then bit his bottom lip as he looked at her with pure lust, making her lady parts scream for attention. It had been way too long since she’d had her fair share of male and the way Parker was looking at her awakened every erotic thought in her body.
“Those are perfect anchors.”
“Anchors?” Margo asked as she walked up next to Parker and pushed the seat back so he could sit down. When she stood back up, she caught him checking out her ass.
He shook his head and said, “Yeah, anchors for holding on to someone’s waist for dear life as you’re plowed into.”
Margo quirked her eyebrow and then playfully swatted Parker in the chest. “There’s something wrong with you.”
They both got in the car as Parker laughed. Margo told Parker where to head to for dinner and on their drive, they talked about Margo’s job. She worked at the local animal shelter as a funding coordinator, raising money for the shelter and putting on some of their biggest events. She first got the job when she was in her senior year of college and, once she graduated, she was hired on full time. Caring for and helping animals was a deep passion of hers, so she couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
They arrived at the restaurant and were escorted back to their table that overlooked the crashing waves. Margo took off her sandals, since their table rested on top of sand, one of the reasons she picked the place, because she loved burying her feet in the sand while watching the sunset.
After ordering some grown up drinks, they enjoyed the salsa and tortilla chips that were placed in front of them as the sun started to set against the crystal line of the ocean.
“So, do you like it out there? In Atlanta that is?”
Parker shrugged, “Yeah, it’s alright. I mean, do I wish I was in San Diego with all my friends, hell yeah, but I like Atlanta; the atmosphere of the city is great.”
“Are the boys on the team being nice to you, Kirbs?” Margo teased.
“Well, now that I’m no longer a rookie, yes, they’re being nice.”
“Is it true, the things they make the rookies do?”
Parker nodded as he shoved a chip in his mouth, not caring that he dripped salsa all over the table. He had always been a pig when it came to eating. “On our first away trip, they told me to dress pretty for an evening out. After our afternoon game, I got back to my room and found a beautiful floral dress, high heels, size 12, and a dainty pair of pearls waiting to grace my neck.”
Margo laughed as she envisioned Parker in such a get-up.
“The worst part was, they made me wear stockings and, not being a seasoned wearer of the blasted things, I snagged them a lot and gave them a lot of runs, making me look like a classless lady wandering the streets.”
“Oh, we can’t have that,” Margo laughed.
“I know, right?” Parker shoved another chip in his mouth and spoke as he chewed, “The guys didn’t get the importance of not having runs in my stockings, so they wouldn’t let me take them off. The embarrassment that rolled through me when people stared, I was mortified.”
Margo had to wipe the tears from her eyes as she continued to laugh. “I’m sure it was the stockings they were staring at, not the six foot, two baseball stud in lady’s garments.”
“Stud?” Parker asked, of course picking up on her slip of tongue.
“Get over yourself,” Margo said nonchalantly. “Please tell me you have a picture of this get-up.”
Smiling brightly, Parker reached into his pocket and pulled out his
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