Scoring the Player's Baby (WAGs Series) by Naima Simone

Author:Naima Simone
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Brazen, WAGs, sports, romance, erotic, erotic romance, Naima Simone, playboy reformed; sports romance; football romance; opposites attract; WAGS series; NFL romance; baby romance; hot romance; Sports Romance; Multicultural & Interracial Romance; Multicultural Romance; Sports Fiction; Contemporary Romance; Women's Romance Fiction; Contemporary Romance Fiction; Contemporary American Fiction; Football; Sports; WAGS; Accidental Pregnancy; Opposites Attract
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Brazen)
Published: 2018-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Ronin rode the elevator to the twentieth floor, keeping his attention carefully focused on the steel doors in front of him…and not the street far, far below him.

Damn, Kim would work in one of those office buildings that had the glass elevators. For a lot of people, the view over downtown Seattle might be a beautiful sight while they rode in the glass and steel box to whatever floor was their destination. He wasn’t one of those people.

Heights. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Kim he hated them.

Inhaling, he lifted his gaze to the numbered lights and started counting as each floor passed, his fingers tightening around the handle of the brown paper bag he carried. By the time the twenty lit up, a bead of sweat rolled down between his shoulder blades. He damn near bolted from the death trap as soon as the doors parted enough for him to fit through. Once his feet hit the thickly carpeted executive floor of Bishop Enterprises, he breathed a helluva lot easier.

Thank fuck the offices were silent and empty at six-thirty. He’d hate for anyone to report that Ronin Palamo, star wide receiver for the Washington Warriors, had exited the elevator looking like he’d just encountered that freaky-ass Pennywise clown from It.

He strode up the hall, scanning the names on the closed doors and desks. The space practically smelled of wealth and success. No three-walled cubicles on this floor. Just wide receptionist desks and cherry wood, double doors with gold name plates that gleamed even in the dim light.

If he’d had doubts about Kim’s position and authority in the company she worked for, this would’ve officially dismantled them. Only the powers that be would have any real estate up here.

Finally, he located the doors that led to Kim’s professional sanctuary. He knocked, and moments later, one of the panels opened.

“Hey, Chelsea, did you forget some—” Kim stared at him, then frowned. “What are you doing here?”

He held up the paper bag, grinning. “Dinner. Did you forget already?”

She glanced to the bag then back to him, frowning. “No, I didn’t forget. But dinner usually involves, I don’t know, a restaurant.”

“I never specified a place,” he said, sliding past her into the office.

“Only because you wouldn’t respond to my text when I asked you for one,” she grumbled behind him.

The door clicked shut as he turned around to face her. And he paused, once more drinking her in, as he did every time he saw her. She still wore the same pantsuit she had earlier. But the jacket was missing, and the sleeveless blouse with the ruffled front showcased her toned, slender arms. The pants skimmed her hips and brushed over the tops of her bare feet. The sight of those naked feet with their bright-pink–painted toes had him tightening his grip on the bag’s handle. The last time he’d glimpsed this vulnerable part of her, they’d been in a hotel room about to have the hottest sex of his life.

A bitter, oily trail of guilt slicked across his chest.

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