The Player Next Door by Kathy Lyons

Author:Kathy Lyons [Lyons, Kathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: contemporary romance;category;Lovestruck;Entangled;NBA;basketball;sports;sports romance;fling;Athlete;opposites attract;Kathy Lyons
Goodreads: 25732111
Publisher: Entangled: Lovestruck
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Mike had one prayer: Don’t come up here. Don’t come up here. It was her father, for God’s sake. And he was sitting handcuffed to her desk chair with his shorts undone. And no matter how he tried, he wasn’t going to be able to hide the pink fuzzies.

Never in the history of his dating girls had he ever made a good impression on a father. He was too big and—in his younger years—too wild. For once, he really wanted to show himself to be a decent guy to a dad. Just once.

But in this, his prayers were not answered, and up they came. First Tori’s light step, quickly followed by the heavy tread of her father’s. Fuck. He tried one last time to button his fly and failed again. At least he wasn’t bursting out of it anymore. Nothing like having the girl’s father walk in to cause massive shrinkage.

One last useless jerk of his arm—the damn chair was made out of steel—and then they were there. He tried to twist so the cuffs weren’t in view. It didn’t matter as Tori blushed an adorable pink and held up the key.

“I’m so sorry, Mike. I completely forgot.”

Yeah. He’d figured that out.

Meanwhile, he looked to the middle-aged father. Stocky build, about four hairs left on his balding pate, and a laser focus behind heavy, dark glasses. And naturally, he was looking straight at the pink cuffs. Great.

“Dad, I’d like you to meet Tutu.”

“Tori!” Mike groaned.

“Well, I have to explain the cuffs somehow. He was letting me try them out. I wanted to see if they pinched on a man his size.”

Jesus. He supposed Tutu was better than his real name. Just what the tabloids needed: a story about him in pink handcuffs.

Mr. Williams stepped forward. “Pleased to meet you, son.” He reached out to shake Mike’s right hand, but that was the one currently being restrained. Mike adjusted, offering up his left hand but that never worked with anyone.

Then there was the excruciating tick-tock of time passing as Tori fumbled with the cuffs. He hadn’t been so embarrassed since being caught in middle school behind the bleachers with Lizzy Cantor.

Fortunately Tori was more than able to fill the silence.

“So is Mom still gone?”

“Not still. Again.” Her father rocked back on his heels, shoving his hands in his pockets just as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “Just dropped her off at O’Hare then came over here.”

Tori glanced at Mike. “It’s our Wednesday lunch.”

Except it was Thursday dinner.

Snick.

The cuffs dropped off him, thank God. Then a quick button of his fly and he could stand up and meet Tori’s father like a man. Maybe he could salvage the experience. Except he was significantly taller than Mr. Williams. He towered over most men, but Mr. Williams was more on the diminutive side. Which meant he tried to stay in a half crouch as he extended his hand, but the man was tilting backward as he looked into Mike’s eyes.

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