Not So Snow White by Donna Kauffman

Author:Donna Kauffman [Kauffman, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Tennis, Sports Industry
Published: 2006-06-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

"What are you doing here?" Max demanded.

"So nice to see you, too, Max. Miss me?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Often." Tess dropped her gear bag next to Gaby's. Max was definitely not happy to see her. Goody. "Perk up. I believe you were the one who said she should reap what she sowed." Gaby waved and Tess nodded at her, then looked back at Max, a bright smile on her face. "After some thought, I decided you were right and I was wrong. A historical moment for us, don't you think? I'll be glad to put that in writing if you'd like."

His expression remained flat. "Always a smart mouth."

She leaned down and tugged a racket from her bag, giving him a look down the front of her tank top if he so desired: She glanced up through her lashes just in time to see him quickly avert his gaze, and grinned. "You have no idea."

His eyes went dark and his pupils shot a bit wider. Simply a biological reaction to stimulation, she told herself. But immensely gratifying all the same.

She wisely straightened and turned her back on him before she could give in to the urge to see what other kind of reactions she could provoke from him. A path she was going to have to work hard at avoiding if she had any hope of keeping this rapidly escalating situation under any semblance of control. "Petra, can you stay and hit a while longer?" she called out.

Shutters whirred as cameras recorded every millisecond.

"Autographs, Tess?" someone shouted. "Come on!"

Gaby's hitting partner was young and blonde and looked like she should be on the cover of Barbie Tennis, if they ever came out with such a thing. Petra took in the now rapidly increasing crowd, along with the converging reporters flipping open notebooks and directing their cameramen, and nodded enthusiastically. "Definitely, Ms. Hamilton," she called back, her English slightly accented. "It would be an honor." She then immediately hurried to her bench on the far side of the court to pull a small compact from her gear bag to check her hair. Tess glanced at Gaby, who was huffing impatiently, and shared a quick, resigned smile.

"This way, Tess!" one of the photographers shouted.

"When did you start training Gabrielle?" a reporter shouted.

"How did you two hook up?" someone else called out.

"Is this a permanent arrangement?"

"Why coaching, Tess? Hard time letting go of the game?"

"Maybe she just wants to make sure the game doesn't get boring now that she's gone," someone said, causing a wave of titters to ripple through the growing throng.

"Gabrielle," a reporter called out, "you gonna take up the 'bad girl of tennis' mantle now that Tess has laid it down?"

"You got one hell of a teacher," someone else shouted. "For tennis, too."

Another wave of laughter ran through the crowd and Tess could see this quickly getting out of control. She didn't mind fielding the shout-outs, and she didn't mind exposing Gaby to it, that was why she'd come down here, after all.

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