Chapter 17
Raine
Iwant to slap myself. I just offered my guest room to the guy I want to fuck. What the hell am I thinking?
But he needs some place to go until he can figure things out. And if he needs something, I will provide that.
We finish eating and he heads to his house to grab his gear while I make a few calls.
One to my front desk to have him added to my floor.
Another is to the coach and owner about pushing practice back.
I have some pull since I have a stake in this team, but more so I think Dasher needs some time to sleep in.
By the time I get home, Dasher is standing outside my door, “the doorman told me how to get up here. You live in the penthouse.”
It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
“I do. I have a great view of the valley. I’ll show you around. You don’t need a key, just the code. I’ll give that to you before you leave for practice.”
I point out the guest room and it’s amenities like heated bathroom floors and rainfall shower. The small gym I have and the theater room in the corner, “the pool is this way.”
We walk past my room and down the hall to a glass, frosted door. I push it open, and his eyes widen. It’s not an Olympic size pool but it’s still pretty large. Big enough to get all my laps in.
“I’m going to settle in for the night, you can explore or swim. Breakfast will be ready for you in the morning.”
With that I head to my room, not just to sleep.
But because I can’t be in the same room with him for so long.
My dick is so hard, I didn’t want to embarrass myself or make him uncomfortable.
Once my door is shut, I unzip my pants and stroke myself, needing that release.
I need to get my shit together around him.