Chapter 50
fifty
I can’t look anyone in the eye.
If I did, I swear they’d know.
Before I left his office, and after I licked our mess off his desk while holding eye contact with the growing bulge in Luke’s pants, we cleaned up and brushed our teeth in his en-suite bathroom.
It was stocked with travel size options of all of my favorite products.
Seems like he knew he would eventually get his way with me and stocked up appropriately.
My nipples wouldn’t get the memo that sexy time was over and looked like they could poke an eye out through my top. Luckily Luke had another hoodie, one he had to buy since I officially stole his old one, and put it on me before leaving his office.
I swear he was speaking to my chest instead of me when he grumbled a “see you later.” Then he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead and rearranged himself in his pants.
I asked the new intern to mic up the players for me tonight, not wanting to face anyone or get close to Luke while he’s in his dugout. I swear that in the condition I’m in, I wouldn’t be surprised if my body bent over the second I saw him next. Because what we just did… wow.
But I actually do have a job to do, and I need to start acting like it.
I go up to my office after checking in with my staff.
Tonight, Martinez, Middlebrooks, and Vega will be participating in Hot Mic’d.
This will be a special episode because if the first few innings go well, our streaming channel, Monarchs Live, has given us the go-ahead to broadcast the visual and audio recordings of our players in real time.
This way, those at home can enjoy their side banter during commercial breaks, and fans in the stands can listen in via our mobile app.
Luke will also be mic’d tonight, but as usual, I’m the only one who will have access to his channel.
The guys will be instructed to switch their mic packs to Monarchs one if we’ve been green lit to go live by the network. Until then, they all have their own channels that my team and I can jump between, picking out the funniest snippets to put up on our social media pages.
I look out of my office window and down to the stadium. It’s our first warm night game and I can feel that summer is just around the corner.
The retractable stadium ceiling is officially open, the bright lights shining beneath the dark sky and the seats are already filling with the rowdiest baseball fans New York has to offer.
My cell phone vibrates on my desk and a notification appears.
ISABELLA:
Coach is on the field, which means you’re done boning, so get down to the suite immediately so we can watch our team make history tonight!
LUISA:
Yes please. Someone needs to drink these ciders Coach insisted we stock in here, so hurry along before I start offering them up to the fans below us to make room for the Presidente beer YOUR tio Javier somehow snuck in… even though we have our own *facepalm emoji*
I laugh to myself as she refers to her dad as my uncle, something he and the rest of the parents of the group have come to expect from Isa and me as well. Tiás and tíos, little cousins, and family friends. I marvel at the little family I’ve been able to find here within the Monarchs organization.
It makes the hurt of letting go of the family I thought I was supposed to have sting a little bit less, and makes it easier to leave them in the past, where they belong.
ME:
I’ll be right down. Let’s go cheer on our guys!
I pull the hoodie in closer, enveloping myself in Luke’s delicious scent once more before I grab my phone and headset and head out to enjoy the night with my real family.