“You say that. I still remember my first game as GM, and we were losing, and I swear I wanted to run downstairs and suit up.” I laugh. “Anyway, I have a meeting to get to.” I nod at him as he walks away. Going into the room, I listen to everyone talk about what they did last night. I’ve never participated, and I’m not going to start now. The day is almost the same as yesterday except when I get home, I have boxes waiting for me. All with merchandise I need to sign for the upcoming season.

I get out of bed on Sunday morning earlier than expected, and I wonder if I’m going to see Vivienne. She hasn’t called or texted since our last conversation, and I have to wonder if she will even show up. Maybe her plans have changed. When I start my espresso, my phone rings, and I press the button. “Hello,” I mumble.

“Hey, were you sleeping?” she whispers.

“No,” I tell her. “I just got up.” As soon as I say the words, I hear a soft knock on the door almost like an echo. I walk to the door and open it, and there she is, standing as if she just walked off the runway.

“Bonjour,” she says, dangling a white box from her fingers, but I don’t notice the box. I just notice her blue eyes shining bright. I don’t even know who lunges for who first, but she’s in my arms and the white box is on the floor. “Good thing they put the string on that,” she says and wraps her legs around my waist. Her arms go around my neck, and her mouth crashes down on mine. One hand holds her ass while the other grips her hair, pulling it back, but she won’t leave my lips. “Didn’t think this through,” she says. “Should have worn a skirt.” She grinds herself over my covered cock that is ready to come out and play.