Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
No, Mom. I can’t pause an online game.
A day without video games is…just kidding. I have no idea.
Gamer [Gey-mer] Noun. A person who kills noobs for fun. Synonyms: Online killer, bad guy.
I can’t adult now. I’m gaming.
I tossed the last shirt onto the bed and reached down and grabbed Rory, lifting her and dropping her on the mattress.
“You are such a nerd,” I growled as I climbed over her. “And it turns me the fuck on, baby.”
Two hours later, we were lying in our bed, naked and satiated.
“You are such a geek,” she mumbled.
“Oh?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Only a geek would have such talented fingers from playing video games so much.”
I was cut off from responding when her phone chirped.
“Could you hand me that, please?”
“Sure, baby.” I leaned back and reached out to pick up her cell and hand it to her.
She tapped the screen and opened her messages, then her brow puckered, and she muttered, “What in the world?”
I propped up on my elbow and looked down at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Percy wants me to come in tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t you have class?”
“Yeah. I gave him my schedule.” She typed in a response and sent it. “I asked if he could wait until noon. I have a break from eleven until three.”
Her phone beeped again, and she replied, then set her phone on the nightstand. “He said that was okay.” She flopped back down and stared up at the ceiling. “I wonder what this is about.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. Everything will be fine,” I said confidently. I trusted Cole when he said he’d handle it. “What time do you have to be at school tomorrow?”
Rory stretched, causing the sheet to slip down, baring her amazing tits. “Eight.”
“Excellent.” I flashed her a salacious grin and winked. “Plenty of time to fuck you to sleep.”
11
RORY
No matter how often Gage told me that my position as an intern was safe, regardless of Percy's issue with front office staff fraternizing with players, I was still a bundle of nerves as I walked into the stadium for the meeting with my boss. It probably would’ve been a little less stressful if I could have ridden with Gage to Long Island, but my class schedule had made that impossible since he needed to be there for practice while I was on campus.
Even though he was busy, he’d asked me to text him when I arrived. As I walked toward Percy’s office, I pulled out my phone and typed a quick message.
Me:
I’m here. Will let you know how it goes.
I wasn’t expecting him to be waiting next to his cell, so I wasn’t surprised I didn’t get a reply before I knocked on Percy’s door.
“Come in,” he called.
I took a deep breath through my nose and let it slowly out through my mouth, hoping to calm my nerves. It wasn’t effective, but I couldn’t stand there and dawdle any longer.
Steeling my spine, I opened the door and went inside. “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, please sit down, Rory.”
I walked over to the chair he gestured toward and perched on the edge, stroking my fingers against the strap of my purse as I placed it on my lap. “Thanks for being flexible on what time we could meet.”
“You’re welcome.” After setting his pen down in front of him, Percy rested his forearms on his desk and interlaced his fingers together. “This is going to be a delicate conversation, covering a difficult topic.”
“Um, what did you want to talk about?”
His eyes narrowed, and he pressed his lips in a flat line. “When you arrived to work the game on Sunday, it appeared to me that you’ve developed a…closeness with one of the players—Gage Ledger.”
I nodded, clearing my throat. “Yes.”
“I believe that I was fairly clear on my thoughts about inappropriate relationships between—”
I was braced for his accusation, but he didn’t get to finish his sentence before Gage came stomping into the office—still wearing his practice uniform and pads—with Cole right behind him. My boss glared at me, but he glanced down at his desk when Gage moved to place his hand on my shoulder.
Cole stood at his side, crossing his arms against his chest. “Gage brought to my attention that there might be a lack of clarity on your part about what does and does not represent prohibited conduct by the members of the Nighthawks family. Players and front office staff, including interns like Rory.”
“I understand that there isn’t a written rule regarding fraternization with the players, but I have a certain latitude when it comes to how I manage my staff,” Percy argued. “And I also have a responsibility to look out for Rory. She’s a college student, much younger than Gage. I wouldn’t want—”
“I certainly hope you’re not gearing up to accuse Gage of taking advantage of your intern.”