“Hey Chris! We’re headed to Renaldo’s for lunch, you coming?”
“Can’t Miguel,” Chris Carrington told the kicker on the team. “I have to go to the airport.”
Most of the team liked to work out together in the off-season. Half of them were there that morning. The trainers had led them through some group calisthenics and then they had each gone to the weight room to work on their strength training. Now they were in the locker room, heading to the showers.
“What’s at the airport?” his center and best friend, Jackson Hunt asked curious.
“I’m picking up my baby sister,” Chris answered. “She’s in town to look at some colleges here on the west coast.”
“I didn’t know you had a baby sister.”
“Adopted sister,” Chris stressed. “Yeah my parents adopted her when she was eight years old and I was eighteen. I headed off to LSU and the pro’s so I didn’t grew up with her.”
“You haven’t seen her in ten years?” Jackson asked as they walked toward the showers together.
“I saw her the Christmas I went home right before I moved out here to LA. She was twelve I think. She still looked like she was eight.”
“You got any other siblings I should know about given that I’m your best friend and all,” Jackson teased.
“Nah. Just the one sister.”
“I’d like to meet her.”
“Ok. Ride with me to the airport.”
“Sounds like a plan. Now tell me you didn’t notice Cindy eyeing you up and down as we ran past the cheerleaders doing their workout.”
Chris smiled without humor. He had seen Cindy paying close attention to him. They had gone out once before and he had been bored out of his mind. He thought he had made it clear that there wouldn’t be anymore to their relationship but she persisted.
His publicist had set up the date between them. Desiree had said it would be good for his image to be seen with a cheerleader. A model would be better, but he had dated several already. Breaking up his string of models with a cheerleader wouldn’t be a bad thing.
As the quarterback for the LA Pumas, he had a reputation to uphold according to his manager and publicist, which included lots of models. Lots of models.
Chris grimaced underneath the shower. He hated models. None of them could hold a conversation with him about anything worth discussing. Their lives were about their careers and fashion. None of them even understood football. All his dates consisted of him listening to them talk and talk and talk and talk. About nothing!
Cindy hadn’t been much better. Although she was fast to get him to bed so he didn’t have to listen to her talk too much. The sex had been ok, but it hadn’t been anything but a mild release of tension for him. Cindy had been a screamer though and it seemed like every time he touched her, she screamed, no matter how light his fingers and lips were. He was afraid he’d break her if he were any rougher.
The women at his private club weren’t models but he rarely played with any one of them more than once either. They didn’t mind being with him and he enjoyed the performances, but not one had captured his interest beyond a single scene. He was left unsatisfied by all the women that had flitted in and out of his life. Not one had made him want more from her.
“When you going to hit that again?” Jackson asked about Cindy.
“Once was enough man,” Chris answered honestly. “Not much there to hit.”
“She is a little thing. I bet I could stick one whole tit into my mouth.”
Chris laughed at the image. “You probably could,” he agreed. “Not enough for me.”
“Oh yeah. You always did like them thick. Although lately I haven’t seen you with a big girl.”
“Big girls aren’t a part of my PR plan,” he said snidely. “Only models and the occasional cheerleader.”
“Hate to have your life,” Jackson drawled sarcastically.
Chris knew he sounded ungrateful but sometimes it was too much. He had people telling him what to do in every aspect of his life. Who to date, what to wear, how to cut his hair, and what he needed to eat. Everyone had an opinion.
Except football. The coaches advised him but on the field he was in charge. He called the plays and he won games. They had finished second in their conference. Next year he felt for certain they could win the conference championship. His team was fairly young and inexperienced at this level of professional play. But now that they had played an entire season together, they would know better how to pace themselves.
“Do you mind if I give it a shot with Cindy?” Jackson asked.
“Not at all,” Chris replied without hesitation.
The two of them quickly got dressed and into Chris’ Hummer. The ride to the airport was fairly short for once. After parking, the two men made their way to the “arrivals” level. According to the big board, her flight was at the gate and disembarking.
“What does she look like man?” Jackson asked as they scanned the crowds coming out into the lobby.
“I don’t know,” Chris answered. “Mom said she would recognize me, since she watches all our games and interviews.”
“Hi Chris!” a gaggle of teenage girls came up to him, giggling. “Can we get a picture?”
He put on his best smile for the fans and crouched down enough so that he could appear in the selfie they were taking. They gathered around him and snapped a shot with someone’s phone. Soon more people were stopping and asking for photos. Thirty minutes later the crowd dispersed and Chris could take a deep breath.
He loved his fans but sometimes …
“No!” he gritted his jaw clenched in frustration. “No more pictures.”
He turned to face the woman behind him. His anger diffused immediately, when he saw how frightened she looked. She took a step back from him.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to put you out.”
“Do I know you?” he asked, thinking she looked incredibly familiar. He knew he had never been on a date with her because she didn’t look like a model. She was short; he would guess a few inches over five feet. Her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail. She had caramel colored skin that looked so soft. He looked up and down her lush body and felt something in him shift. From deep down an intense attraction to this woman sprung up and nearly made him grab and kiss her. But he managed to control himself. Barely. He grimaced with the effort it was taking to manage his desires for this woman.
Her eyes were almond shaped, surrounded by long lashes that rested against high cheekbones. Her cute nose sat atop a full mouth. She was biting her lower lip at the moment. When her tongue peaked out to wet her lips, he nearly groaned. The things he imagined doing with that mouth of hers.
Christ, who was this enchanting woman?