Kick Off: Secret Baby Romance (Bad Ballers) by S.J. Bishop

Author:S.J. Bishop [Bishop, S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-06-09T04:00:00+00:00

19

Sarah

Yvette was coming back to town late tonight, which meant that I’d have to be up early the next morning and in the office, catching up with emails. I had a feeling she was going to be in a terrible mood.

Roz and I had talked everything over. I’d work for Yvette until the baby was born – hopefully, it would only take me six months to start monetizing my blog. I had a meeting with Roz’s friend set up for early next month, and hopefully, he could show me how to turn my writing and photography hobby into a full-time job.

In the meantime, however, I still had to make money. It was only 5 o’clock, but I was in a pair of flannel boxers and a tank top, editing one of my latest posts and thinking about what I wanted to eat for dinner when someone began banging on the door.

I started. The banging stopped for a moment and, after a split second, continued.

Shit. Roz wasn’t home. I was by myself. I got up, calling out, “I’m coming,” and grabbing my college lacrosse stick from my closet.

“Who is it,” I called as I approached the door.

“It’s Burke.”

I blinked. Burke? What was he doing here? Why didn’t he call? I set my lacrosse stick down and opened the door.

Burke stood outside my apartment, taking up the entire frame of the door. He was dressed to work out, in loose black shorts and a sleeveless white t-shirt that showed off his incredible muscles and Tree of Life tattoo.

“Hi,” I said. My body betrayed me; my heart beat just a little bit harder. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” Burke looked terrifying. His face was hard and implacable, almost angry, and his hand where it rested on the doorjamb was balled into a fist.

“I don’t know,” I said. “You don’t really look like someone I should let into my apartment.” I meant it as a joke to try to cover up the obvious reaction I was having to him, but Burke took me seriously. He straightened, rolled his massive shoulders, cracked his neck, and tried to relax his jaw.

“Sure, come in,” I said. “Can I get you some water?” He looked like he’d come from a workout. He smelled like it, too. Not that I minded. He smelled like deodorant and that tangy, grassy smell of sweat. He smelled manly. I wanted to press up against him and lick the column of his neck. Stop it, Sarah! Did pregnancy hormones make you horny? What was wrong with me? Ugh. This was why I’d told myself that I was going to stay away from Burke. I shouldn’t have let him in.

“Water would be great, thanks.”

I’d never heard a “thanks” sound so angry before. I decided to ignore it and went to grab him a glass. Rather than sit in the living room, Burke followed me into my small kitchen, crowding the space. He sat down at the tiny breakfast table, taking one of the two wooden chairs, which creaked ominously under his weight.

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