CHANGING THE PLAYER: Charleston Pirates #1 Chance, Jacob (suggested reading .TXT) 📖

everything else disappeared. It was the kiss I’ve read about in romance books, but it’s never happened to me before.”

“Aww, that’s so romantic.”

“I don’t know how romantic it is that he slipped me the tongue, but it was definitely mind blowing.”

“You kissed and then what happened?” she presses for more details.

“Okay, nosey.” I laugh. “We ended up dry humping until I came. And then he went home.”

She snorts. “Yeah he went home to take care of his blue balls.”

“I don’t want to think about what he did when he went home.” I’m such a liar.

“Please. Who do you think you’re talking to? I bet that’s all you thought about last night.”

“No, I replayed everything that happened and freaked the fuck out about it all. And that’s pretty much what I’ve done since he left my house. I’ve been useless. I can’t stop thinking we shouldn’t have done that, but at the same time, I’m longing for it to happen again.”

“Well, he did save you from a long dry spell.”

“Oh my God. This might be a case of me falling for my savior. What’s that syndrome called?”

“Transference,” she states matter-of-factly before bursting into peals of laughter. “That is not what’s going on with Flynn. You’re hilarious.”

“Hmph. I’m glad you find my situation amusing.”

“I said you’re hilarious, not the situation.”

“I don’t know what to do about Flynn.”

“Why do you need to do anything about him? Can’t you continue to see him and see how things go? Why are you getting so ahead of yourself?”

“Those are great points. But since my divorce, this is what I do when I like a guy. I get nervous and usually end up pushing him away after a few dates before anything physical happens.”

“You’ve already made it past that point with Flynn. At least you're making progress.”

“I think you’re right. I need to calm down and just keep spending time with him. It doesn’t need to be anything more than friends hanging out.”

“I’m not sure that’s going to work, but you do you, babe.”

“What’s that mean?” I don’t like how doubtful she sounds.

“You broke the seal. You kissed him and fooled around. It’s hard to go back to platonic once you’ve sampled the goods.”

“I’m not going to be ruled by my sexual urges. I’ve gone without sex for years and I’ve been fine.”

“If you say so.”

I frown. “I don’t like the snarky tone of your voice.”

“Too bad. I already know how this story goes, and soon you will too.” Now she’s annoying me.

“I love you, Sadie, but fuck off.”

“I know the truth hurts.” I can hear the laughter in her voice.

“Don’t you have a fiancé to bother?” I ask.

“You’re right, I do. You should be getting your invitation to our wedding soon.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you become Mrs. Brian Kenger. It’s going to be a great time.”

“I’ll check in with you again later this week for a sex status update.”

“Sadie,” I sigh her name. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Too late, babe. They’re sky high. I want you to have what I do. I’ve never been this happy in my life.”

“Thank you. I want that too, but I’m not sure I’m ready for it just yet.”

“Love comes when it thinks you’re ready. You don’t get to pick when you fall.”

A knock on the door cuts my reply off.

“Come in,” I call out and then speak into the phone once more. “I’ve gotta run. We’ll talk soon.”

“I can’t wait to hear the details.”

“Bye, Sadie.” I hang up.

Margot stands in the doorway with a beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers. “These just came.”

I usher her forward with a wave. “Is there a card?”

“There is.” She sets the vase down on the corner of my desk and hands me a small envelope.

“You can go now,” I tell her when I notice she seems hesitant to leave.

“Boo. I want to know if they’re from Flynn.” She turns and walks out, closing the door behind her.

Opening the envelope, I pull out the card.

Nadia,

You told me the rainbow was your favorite color. Here’s a rainbow of flowers to brighten your day. I’d like to take you out tonight, somewhere fun, just the two of us. We can laugh and be ourselves. There will be no cameras to worry about. I’ll pick you up at six. — Flynn

Placing the card down, I rise and walk around to the front of my desk. I bend over and bury my nose in the fragrant blooms. He’s right, it does look like a rainbow. I’m touched at how thoughtful his gesture is. As much as I’m off balance after last night, I at least owe him a phone call to thank him.

Returning to my seat, I pick up my cell phone and dial his number.

“Hello.” His deep voice is toe-clenchingly sexy.

“Flynn.” My own voice sounds hoarse.

“Nadia.”

“Thank you for the gorgeous flowers. I love them.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you’re pleased.”

“They’re on my desk, so I can look at them all the time. Maybe they’ll make dealing with stubborn clients easier.”

“Do we have a meeting today?” he asks.

“No, we don’t. But believe it or not, you’re not my most stubborn client.”

“That surprises me. Now I need to know who it is.”

“I can’t tell you that,” I say.

“Is it Darren? Nah, he’s not that stubborn. It’s Levi, isn’t it?”

“Flynn, I’m not going to reveal who. It would go against the contract I sign with my athletes.”

“Rules suck,” he supplies.

I laugh. “Yeah, you never met a rule you liked, but some of us prefer rules. It keeps things from getting complicated.” We’re the perfect example of this. If I hadn’t broken the no kissing rule, everything would be normal. He said he wouldn’t kiss me unless I asked or kissed him first, and he kept his word. The one time I break one of my rules and it bites me in the ass. That’s why I’m typically a rule follower.

“What’s the verdict on going out with me later?” he asks.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He sounds