Love on the Sidelines: A Quick Snap Novella by Tarrah Anders & Lady Boss Press

Author:Tarrah Anders & Lady Boss Press [Anders, Tarrah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lady Boss Press, Inc.
Published: 2021-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

TOPHER

It’s Thursday morning and I’m standing around nervously waiting for my last interview with Mila.

I promised myself that I would remain professional, but as soon as she enters the room, thoughts from last night and this morning creep into my mind, and I’m instantly fighting a hard-on in a room full of people that work with her.

She stayed in my room last night, and we barely slept. Hence, why makeup is covering circles underneath my eyes.

Mila smiles as she sets her garment bag down. She walks over to my chair and asks for makeup to give us a moment.

“Hey,” she breathes.

“Hey,” I reply.

“So, I know I probably don’t need to say this but—”

“This interview will be professional, don’t worry.” I blurt.

“No, well, I mean yes. Of course. I was going to say, that last night, and well this morning—okay, the past twelve or so hours—was incredible. But I rarely sleep with a guy on the first date.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m not complaining.” I say, holding my hands up.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re not.” She grins and winks, “but yeah, professional and shit.”

“I really want to touch you,” I whisper.

“You didn’t get your fill yet?”

“Oh man, you do not understand. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

“Is that a warning?”

“That’s a promise.”

The door to the suite slams and whoever walks in claps their hands. I look around Mila and see a giant of a man, dressed in a suit. Who the hell is that?

“That’s my boss,” Mila whispers, answering my thoughts.

“Ladies and Gents, we’re on a tight schedule for today. I want these interviews today to go smoothly, but quickly.” He looks around the room and see’s Mila and me. He walks in our direction, his footsteps echoing through the space.

“Ms. Rossi, a word?” He asks sternly.

She nods and follows him out of the suite. The makeup person comes back and begins double checking my complexion before the hair person comes and sprays some hairspray and styles my short hair.

Moments later, Mila comes into the room with the behemoth of a man following behind her. Her complexion looks ashen, but she shakes it off as she walks further in the room. She grabs her garmet bag and escapes into the adjoining bathroom. When she emerges, I see a tinge of pinkness around her eyes, and I feel my blood boil.

What the hell could he have said to make her upset?

Her boss is still in the room, talking with the two cameramen are here. I make my way over to him and smile once he notices me.

“Topher Wilkens, offensive line coach for Seattle. How are you doing, sir?”

“I thought that was you. Nice to meet you, Coach Wilkens. Dale Lancaster, Sideline Sports. I trust that Ms. Rossi and my team here have been treating you and your team well?” his deep baritone voice asks as he shakes my hand.

“She’s been a pleasure to work with. We’re honored to have your station covering the teams.” I say, milking his ego.

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