Straddling the Line(44)

She might as well get used to that, because as soon as the interview was over, that was what she'd be doing every night.

Forcing her thoughts back to her work, she fixed her attention on the  notes she'd spent the past few hours making, then put her laptop aside  and grabbed her camera. Andy was working film, but she wanted some still  shots as well.

She walked the sidelines, framing Trevor as he stood in the huddle. As  tall as he was, it was easy to pick him out of all the amazingly  athletic players. Or maybe it was just that she could easily call him  out. Either way, she grabbed a shot of him bending over in the huddle,  and then getting into position as the offense readied for the next play.  He charged down the sideline and she took several pictures, getting one  of him making a spectacular grab, his body stretched out, his feet  leaving the ground as he reached up for the ball.

That was going to be a great still shot. She took several more, just of  him, and of him with his team, before going back to her seat.         

     



 

After practice, she waited for him to shower, then met him at the entrance.

"Good practice?" she asked.

"Yeah. I think we're ready for Dallas this weekend."

"Good."

"I'm going to hit the showers. Oh, and Larry, the receivers coach, has  invited a bunch of the receivers to dinner at his place tonight. It's  going to be relaxed, talk strategy. Guys are bringing wives and  girlfriends."

"I'm not a girlfriend. And obviously not a wife."

"No, but you have to eat, right?"

After their conversation last night, she didn't know how she felt about  going with him. But declining would be petty, and she wasn't petty.  Besides, it would give her an opportunity to see him in action-at least  socially-with the other receivers, and the job came first. "Yes, I do  have to eat."

"So that's a yes?"

"Sure."

"Great. I'll meet you back at the house. Dinner's at seven."

She left and headed back to the house. She had a few things to talk to  him about. She had a great idea she'd come up with during her hours of  nonsleep last night, when she'd gone over his bio and reviewed his  charity work. She thought it would be a great piece for the interview  and she knew he'd love the idea, because it would feature one of his  charities. She couldn't wait to run it by him.

She met with Andy to make arrangements for him to send her the film he'd  taken. They were going to meet up again in Dallas this weekend for the  game.

She drove back to the house and worked more on her notes so she could  send them in to her production team. She was in the dining room, working  on her laptop, when Trevor came home.

"Hey," he said, laying his bag down in the kitchen.

"Hey yourself."

"Are you working?"

"Yes. Finishing up some notes and uploading some photos I took of you and the team today. Would you like to see them?"

"Yeah." He leaned over her while she showed him the photos. This was actually the first time he'd reviewed her work.

"These are good. You're a great photographer, Haven."

She tilted her head back to smile at him. "Thanks."

"Could you send me a couple of the pics you don't use?"

"Sure. Are you going to frame them and hang them on your wall?"

He laughed. "No. But I'll send them to the person who handles my PR and she can use them."

"I see."

The doorbell rang, and Trevor went to the door. He came back with a man  who looked to be in his midthirties, dressed in a dark suit. He was  quite good-looking in a GQ kind of way, with short sandy blond hair,  deep blue eyes, and black Clark Kent glasses.

"Haven, this is my lawyer, Bradley Rayburn."

She got up from the table and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Bradley."

"Call me Brad. Nice to meet you, too, Haven. You must be the person interviewing Trevor for the network feature story."

"I am."

"How's that going?"

"It's going very well. As you know, Trevor is quite the subject." She cast a smile Trevor's way.

Brad grinned. "Yeah, he is."

Brad put his briefcase on the table, opened it, and pulled out a file  folder. He opened it and took out what looked like contracts. "These are  ready to sign."

Trevor sat at the table and took the pen Brad handed him. "Where the flags are?"

"Yeah." Brad turned to Haven. "So how long have you been in sports broadcasting?"

Haven had her attention on Trevor, but pulled it away briefly to give a quick glance to Brad. "Oh, not long."

Trevor signed the contracts, then handed the papers back to Brad. "Here you go."

"Great. I'll have these countersigned and an executed copy should be ready for you within a week."

"Okay."

Brad closed his briefcase, then turned to Haven. "It was great meeting you, Haven."

"You, too, Brad."

Trevor walked him to the door, then came back. Haven leaned against the table and crossed her arms.

"What?" he asked.

"You didn't even read whatever it was he asked you to sign."

Trevor waited a few beats before answering her. "Oh. I'd already gone  over those contracts in Brad's office. I knew what they were."

"Still. Don't you think you should have read them over to make sure no changes were made?"

"Nah. I trust Brad. We've been together since I started my career. If there'd been changes, he would have told me."

"I know it's not my business, Trevor, but really, that's not a good idea. You should always read anything before you sign it."         

     



 

He came over and swept his hand down her arm, then clasped his fingers  with hers. "Thanks for looking out for me, Haven, but really, the  contract was fine. And so is Brad."

She shrugged. "If you say so." She untangled her hand from his and picked up her phone. "I need to go change for dinner."

"Yeah, me too."

She went upstairs and took a shower, did her hair and makeup and put on a  pair of capris and a tank, then chose a sheer long-sleeved button-down  blouse to put over it. She slipped into her shoes and went downstairs.

Trevor was already there, wearing cargo pants and a short-sleeved shirt that hugged his well-muscled chest.

She sighed in appreciation. "You look good."

He smiled and came over to her, picked up her hand, and kissed the back of it. "And you look gorgeous."

He tugged her close and kissed her, wrapping an arm around her waist to  pull her against him, making her wish they were staying in tonight  instead of going out. Just the feeling of his body pressed tight to  hers, and the taste of his lips and tongue as he moved his mouth  expertly over hers, ignited a fire inside her that demanded to be  extinguished.

But she knew they had somewhere else to be, so she laid her palms on his  chest and broke the kiss. "If you keep that up, we're not going to make  it to dinner at your coach's house tonight."

His eyes gleamed hot with desire, the evidence of that in his erection that brushed against her. "Is that a bad thing?"

She shuddered against him. "For me? No. For you? Probably."

He sighed. "Okay. I'll just drive with a hard-on."

"You're not the only one turned on here, you know."

He fished a condom out of one of the many pockets in his pants. "We could have a quickie. I could make you come in a hurry."

She cocked a brow. "You think you're that good?"

He lifted her onto the kitchen counter. "I know I am."

In seconds, her shoes were on the floor and he'd tugged off her capris  and her underwear. She'd thought about objecting, but she'd ignited in a  hurry with the way he'd kissed her and held her, and she wanted this as  much as he did.

She'd missed him last night, and it was ridiculous to deny herself such  great sex. As long as she was clear about where this was headed between  them-which was nowhere-she could put that lock firmly back on her heart  and at least enjoy the chemistry between them.

So when he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex, she was more  than ready. She leaned back on her elbows and draped her legs over his  shoulders, giving him access and letting herself fall under his spell.

He was right to be so confident. His lips and tongue performed magic,  and she was there in seconds, delightful pleasure building to a fast  crescendo. Her orgasm was a fast rush of intensity, a welcome release  that made her quiver and moan, her body shaking as it felt like every  part of her body had lit up as she climaxed.

Trevor pulled her off the counter, then turned her around and bent her  over it. He unzipped his pants and put on the condom, then entered her  with a quick thrust. She was wet, throbbing, waiting for him, welcoming  him with a whimper as he drove into her.

He grasped her hips and pushed into her, then retreated, doing it again  and again until all she could feel was him-every inch of him-thick and  swelling inside her as he rushed to his own release.

She reached down to rub her clit, wanting to go again, knowing she could  because the way he pumped into her drove her into a frenzy of need.