Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
NOAH
I walk out onto the practice field with Colin, filling him in on how my business meeting with a side of modeling went.
I’m really glad she’s here, but I’m not sure it’s the best day for her to come to a game.
I need to start proving my worth immediately, and bringing my number one distraction to a preseason home game might turn out to be a huge mistake.
Next week the Dallas Outlaws will be here for joint training.
They will practice with us Wednesday through Friday and then we will travel to play them at home on Sunday for a preseason game.
These practices can get a little chippy because you spend so much time together and tensions are high. Testosterone is even higher.
“Knowing what a good dude you are, I’d bet she’s also fighting feelings. Women love when you cook for them, and I’ve had that jambalaya. It’s good as hell.”
“I’m in limbo.”
“You’re not doing anything wrong.” He shrugs. “You’re just giving free samples. She’s gotta decide that your flavor is worth putting all her money on. Then you can scoop her a big ol’ serving of Foxy.”
“That metaphor got way out of hand.” I laugh.
He cringes, and rightfully so. “It did. I apologize for referring to you as something tasty to be consumed.”
I clap him on the back as we walk up to the field and join the other men.
“Apology accepted.” We’ve got fifteen minutes until the game starts.
Since it’s preseason I did my meditation routine in the locker room, so now I’ve just got my finishing sideline stretches.
“I’ll catch up with you later, I’ve got to finish getting stretched out. ”
I claim a spot on the field. It may or may not be the perfect spot to catch Audrey in my line of sight.
She’s here, walking up the bleachers. There are tons of fans, but also spouses, families, and the press.
I watch her ass sway up the steps and an idea comes to me.
Why does the fun need to stop after our little meeting?
She’s seen yoga Noah, date night Noah, and model Noah. She hasn’t truly seen football Noah.
Today, I’m going to give her a show.
Was I stretched by the trainers before even coming out here? Yes.
Would I ever miss a moment to put that sultry blush on her cheeks? No.
There are so many other people on the field, no one pays any attention to me as I approach the sideline, equipment in hand. Time to go to work.