“Are you the intern?” he asked when he caught me standing outside of his office. Their practice had been over for forty-five minutes. I had arrived about fifteen minutes early since I wasn’t sure exactly where his office was, so I had been standing there for about an hour. I smiled to hide my frustration. Was no one punctual on this campus?

“Amanda Matthews,” I said while shooting my hand out in greeting. “It’s very nice to meet you.” Coach Howard looked down at my hand and reached out to grab it, squeezing a little harder than what was necessary. Based on my initial observations, I sensed that he was the type of man overcompensating for something. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he drove a big lifted truck.

“I’m assuming Mr. Wednesday told you everything that would be expected of you?”

Oh shit. I thought his name was Tuesday. I racked my brain, trying to remember if I ever called him by his name. I couldn’t remember. He never corrected me, so I probably didn’t? Oh well, I could obsess about it later.

I pulled out the folder from under my arm and started flipping through the notes I made earlier this afternoon. I wanted to be prepared, considering Coach Howard would be the person to decide my grade.

“I want to do a complete overhaul of his social media, sign him up for some charity events, and shift the focus to his talent on the field—”

Coach Howard’s snort interrupted me. “Oakley is the cockiest, self-absorbed, selfish, pompous, belligerent asshole I’ve ever met. If I had a decent second-string running back, I would have kicked him off my team last year when he was caught having a threesome in the locker room.” My eyes widened. My mouth dropped open in shock. “Oakley doesn’t care about anyone but himself. You can type up pretty little reports, but it would take an act of God to get him to cooperate. Period.”

It was an act of God that got me here. Maybe I could squeeze one more miracle out of the big guy. “I’ve got it handled,” I replied in a curt tone. “Why don’t we skip ahead to the introductions so I can get to work, hmm? I will send you a detailed email outlining my pretty little report for you to reference,” I added in a sickly sweet tone. I knew how to talk to men like Coach Howard. I just had to keep my cool and do my job. Then graduate. Easy, right?