Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
We both eat in silence while we watch the pregame show on TV. I have to say watching on TV versus being there live is completely awful and unacceptable. It’s frustrating because I have to depend on them to show me what I want, and I want to see Bishop.
In the games I saw him play, I never really realized how much I watched him like a stalker. My eyes would be pinned on him during warm-ups, trying to gauge how his legs looked and if his head was in the game. The TV gives you none of that because the sports announcers would rather talk and see themselves on screen. I know once the game starts I’m going to be equally as frustrated, since I won’t be able to see Bishop while he’s on the bench. It’s not that I stare at him 100 percent throughout a game, and I most definitely follow the action as a good Vengeance fan should. But having the ability to glance over at him and see how he’s doing when not on the ice is something I will not take for granted again. I don’t intend to miss any more away trips.
The TV cuts to a commercial just as I’m finishing my first slice. I wipe my mouth with my napkin and lean forward to grab another. Nanette does the same, and when we settle back in, I use this opportunity to ask her about how the job interview went.
She has been noticeably mum about the entire thing, I think mainly because she may be embarrassed about her past partying with the members of the Vengeance team and front office staff. In turn, I have not once told her that I had been dabbling within the merchandising division. That I had been doing work for Sebastian with the hope that he would bring me on full time over there. I didn’t tell her that I was suspicious whether there was actually a job opening and figured she was just going to have to go through the process and we would let the chips fall where they may.
My curiosity is getting the better of me. “So…how did the interview go today?”
Nanette smirks at me with a triumphant look on her face. She gives me a sly wink. “It’s in the bag.”
“In the bag?” My stomach flips in shock and then drops with disappointment.
She gives me a side glance and a broader smirk. “Let’s just say I gave the best interview of my life and Sebastian was a satisfied man when I walked out the door.”
My stomach rolls, as I think I know what she means. But I have to make sure. I lighten my voice to a conspiratorial tone and say, “Ooooh…You have to give me details.”
That’s all it takes for Nanette to spill her guts and tell me why she is looking and acting so triumphant. She puts her plate down on the coffee table and turns toward me, sitting cross-legged. Leaning forward she practically gushes about her interview. “So I figured that when Sebastian offered me an interview it was not going to be a typical interview. There was enough innuendo that night at the bar. And as expected, he had me give him a blow job and I happily did so. I mean, he’s so hot and I would not mind working for someone like that. He was practically speechless when I left his office. I expect I’ll be getting the offer any day now.”
It’s a true testament to my willpower that my mouth doesn’t drop open and I keep an amused look on my face. “You’re so bad.”
“You have no idea,” she says with a laugh. “But that’s how things happen. As women, we have to use every weapon in our arsenal to get what we want. If giving Sebastian a little extra happy in the process is what it takes, so be it.”
I want to ask so many questions. Like how does she even think that was professional? Doesn’t she feels debased? And how in the hell can you give somebody a blow job that you don’t even know? That’s absolutely gross.
Clearing my throat, I force a bright tone into my voice. “Well, good luck.”
I simply can’t say any more. There’s no way I can validate what she just did.
She doesn’t seem to care. She grins at me and says, “Thanks.”
Chapter 24
Bishop
Brooke wasn’t in her office, so I head to the receptionist desk in the lobby of the management suite. The woman sitting behind the desk looks up at me with a warm smile. “Mr. Scott, how can I help you?”
I’m impressed. I’ve never met this receptionist and yet she knows who I am. That means either she is a big Vengeance fan or she has taken the time to study all of the players.