The Baller: A Down and Dirty Football Novel - Vi Keeland Page 0,58
my coat.
“I made cupcakes,” Willow said softly. “Red velvet with cream cheese frosting.”
I stared out the window. “Not hungry.”
She took two steps toward me and stopped. I could see her reflection in the window. “Do you want me to avoid certain days?”
“Do whatever you want. Makes no difference to me.”
She nodded. “I saw the game yesterday. You know, you still do the same little celebration in the end zone that you did in ninth grade on the field at Kennedy High School.”
I hated that she thought she knew so much about me.
I hated her.
She didn’t know anything about me anymore. I made sure she knew it before I walked out the door. “I celebrated inside my girlfriend that night, not in the end zone.”
Chapter 25
Delilah
The only time I didn’t mind my boss popping into my office was when Indie was around. Mostly because Mr. CUM literally tripped over things when he came near her. Today, it was the garbage can just outside of my door.
Indie had spotted him coming down the hall and leaned over my desk like a barfly trying to attract attention in a pool hall full of horny cowboys. Her already tight skirt looked ready to bust at the seams as she wiggled her ass suggestively.
“Nice to see you, Charlie.” She stayed bent over my desk and looked back over her shoulder to speak to him. No one called Charles Ulysses Macy “Charlie.” Except Indie.
“Indie.” He cleared his throat. “You’re looking well.”
She smirked. “You’re looking at my good angle.”
I interrupted before he could respond. “What can I do for you, Mr. Macy?”
“Yes . . . Um. We need you to cut a sixty-second spot for the playoffs.”
“Really?” The sixty-second spots were always done by the big-name reporters and well-known faces.
“We need the female draw, so we’re making the spots two reporters—one of each will be a woman.”
“So you’re basically using her for her body?” Indie stood and folded her arms over her chest.
“Um . . . no. We . . . ”
“Relax, Chuck.” She rested a hand on his arm. “I was just a little jealous. No one has used my body in a while.”
Poor Charles had to adjust the growing bulge Indie was inciting. I actually came to the pig’s rescue. “I’m happy to have the opportunity.”
“Good. You’ll drive down with Michael after the game on Sunday. Do a spot with Mara in Miami on Monday.”
“Michael?”
“Langley. That’s who you’re shooting your spots with.”
It took me ten more minutes to get Mr. CUM out of my office. When he was gone, I scolded Indie. “Why do you insist on doing that?”
She tossed a pen up in the air and caught it. “I mentally give myself two points for making him hard. It’s a little game I play.”
“Gross.”
“I know. Do you think he’s jerking off in the men’s room? I get five points if he comes out and there’s a little wet spot on his pants from post-ejaculation drip.”
“Seriously, you might be more disgusting than him.”
“Serves him right. He deserves to be treated like meat since that’s how he treats others.”
“But he likes it.”
“He likes it while I’m playing with him, not while he’s stuck playing with himself.”
I caught the pen she was continually tossing in the air. “I have to be away an extra day now. Thought I only needed one on-air outfit. I need to get to the dry cleaner’s before they close. Which means I’m out for yoga tonight.”
“No yoga?” She pouted.
I began packing up my desk for the day. “Nope. I’ll just have to work out with Brody tonight,” I teased.
“Rough life. You’re going to get laid by your gorgeous quarterback boyfriend tonight, then fly off for a romantic night away with Michael Langley.”
“It won’t be romantic.”
“The way that man looks at you, my guess is it won’t be from lack of him trying.”
***
Brody and I had dinner plans at his hotel tonight. I texted him that I was going to be late, but by the time I finished running my errands for the trip tomorrow, I was even later than I had planned. When I arrived at the Regency, Brody was sitting at the bar inside Silver Ivy. Siselee, the batting-eyelash waitress, was sitting across from him at the table, wearing her uniform.
“Hi.” Neither of them had noticed me walk up.
Hearing my voice, Brody swung in my direction, knocking a glass clear across the table as he turned. It fell to the floor and shattered. All eyes in the bar took notice. “There