Preseason Love (14 page)

Over dinner, we talked about the potential job opportunities that were now coming my way. Kari and Dev both gave me their feedback as to which job they would prefer me to have. This was all premature, though. I did not have an offer from either company and furthermore, I had not even met with the record label yet.

After dinner, Kari and I cleaned the kitchen before heading to my room for some quality time. I really liked that Kari never had any expectations when it came to sex and me. Sure, he wanted it like any other man, but he was always so easy breezy about things. I never felt like every time we were alone, he was going to put in his best attempt to sex me up.

He liked to cuddle as much as I did. He would hold me close in his diesel arms and whisper in my ear. It always made me feel like I was in a fairy tale. I loved the time that we would spend together and the intimacy that we shared. I also liked the idea of being his girl, though sometimes I would get anxiety about my relationship being too good to be true. I had never had this before. I had a man who cared about me and was always there when I needed him. He had no problem telling me, heck the whole world, how he felt. Our relationship was never a secret to anyone; not his friends, my friends, colleagues or even strangers. Kari had nothing to hide. He would do little things to try to reassure me that he was serious about us, but because of my past, I still had my reservations.

A
fter a month-long interview process with The League and completing multiple writing samples for both positions, I had two offers on the table. With one offer from The League and the other from the record label, I was elated. Only two months prior, I was unemployed, depressed and unsure of my future.

The toughest part was still to come. I had a decision to make. I liked sports, however, I loved music. But The League was willing to pay a higher salary. This would not be easy. I called my Jolie to talk it out. She suggested that we go over the pros and cons of each opportunity. After speaking to both my Jolie and my dad, I had a better idea as to which position I would select. When I met up with Kari, he was very supportive and surprisingly, contrary to personal interests, he did not try to sway me one way or the other.

“Go with what your gut is telling you, baby,” Kari said. “You are the one that has to do the work and be happy with it.”

If anyone knew the realities of doing the work, Kari, a fellow publicist, did.

“I think I know what I'm going to do, but I want to sleep on it before making my final decision.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

I smiled as my head rested on Kari's chest. I wasn't sure what I
was smiling about exactly, but I was in a good space in the moment and I could get used to the feeling.

“What do you think about a trip to Atlantic City to celebrate?” Kari asked.

“I've never been,” I said. “That would be a perfect getaway weekend before I start the new gig!”

“That's what I was thinking, a nice relaxing trip to start you off right.”

It was settled. We were going to Atlantic City.

The next morning, I awoke with a clear head. I was focused on what I needed to do. I called The League to accept the position and my second call was to the record label to respectfully decline their offer. A sense of calm flowed through my body and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Once Kari finished up with his client, we were on our way to mini-Las Vegas. The drive to Atlantic City was not as long as I imagined it would be, maybe two-and-a-half hours at most. When we arrived, I felt like we were in a sleepy, small town, but as we moved closer to the action, I got more of the Vegas, high-rise casino feel.

To my surprise, Atlantic City was situated along a beach board-walk. A casino on the beach was a completely new concept to me.

We pulled into our hotel and it was luxurious. The property was massive so I made it a point to take mental notes of landmarks as we walked through the main floor.

Kari toted most of the heavy bags and went to check us in while I waited in the fancy lounge area, which looked like some rich Fifth Avenue grandmother's living room. When he came over with the room keys, we took one of eight elevators up to the twenty-second floor. Since he insisted on taking care of all the
details, I simply followed and let my man lead the way. We kept walking and walking and walking down an extended art deco hallway with minimal light until we finally reached the absolute end. Kari slid his keycard into the door and pushed open one half of a double door, which led to a massive suite fit for a queen. My eyes lit up with surprise.

“Kari, this room is amazing!” There was a panoramic view of the Atlantic City Boardwalk. We still had a bit of daylight on our side so you could see for what felt like miles and take in the beauty of the view.

“I wanted your first visit here to be special,” Kari said.

Where did this man come from?

“Well, you definitely succeeded in a major way. Thanks, babe.” I grabbed Kari tightly and kissed him in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Damn, I love how you show me your appreciation,” Kari said with a grin.

“Are you trying to make me blush?”

“No, trying to make you love me.”

If I were talented enough to make one eyebrow rise, it would have totally been a moment to do it. His comment came out of nowhere.

As the words left Kari's mouth and entered the universe, I managed to keep smiling as I had been before, but inside I was screaming with fear and anxiety.
Love,
I thought to myself. I'm not sure what type of reaction Kari expected, but I didn't quite know how to react. I went in for another kiss. It seemed as though that would be the safest route.

“Do you want me to make you a drink?” I asked.
I sure could use one
.

“Sure, babe,” Kari said as he smiled, flashing his pearly whites.

The evening set in and we sipped cocktails while giving each other sensuous head-to-toe massages with Lothantique massage oil. After we were oily and relaxed, we headed to the shower. It was a massive space with dual showerheads, a light-colored marble finish throughout, and a handy little shower bench designed for fun, I assumed.

Luckily, I packed a little get sexy kit so my candles created the perfect sexy time ambiance. Once we entered the shower, I could see that Kari's penis was saying, “Hello, I'm here. Please don't neglect me.” It was hard and huge.

I picked up a washcloth to lather his body. I slowly began to massage and cleanse his chiseled frame of the oil. The water was steaming hot. Pulsating showerheads drenched our bodies from both angles relaxing every inch. I was so caught up in my moment of bliss that I forgot to put a shower cap on. Thankfully, I'd learned to maintain and style my short pixie cut. My hair was fine and wavy, so a little product and I would be set.

I continued to wash Kari thoroughly before finally making my way down to his penis, which had been poking me and begging for my attention the entire time. I massaged his manhood with my soapy towel sliding it back and forth, creating a sensation of a wet kitty cat. Kari loved it. He started moaning and groaning and biting me in between kisses.

I knew that Kari didn't want to cum yet, so he spun me around and sat me on the shower bench. He slid down on his knees and put his face in between my legs. This man knew his way around my sweet spot. He licked and suckled like it was his last big bet and all of his chips were on the table. He instructed me to slide to the edge of the bench and pull both of my legs up on the bench. My va-jay-jay was now facing him front and center for better
access. Kari was a true pleaser in the way that he never
talked
about wanting to please me sexually—he just did it.

Mere moments after repositioning my body for prime access, the twisting, licking, and swirling of his tongue coerced my body into reaching an epic climax. I started to squeeze Kari tighter with my thighs and my legs suddenly got weak and began to give out on me. I threw my legs over his shoulders for extra support, but when my entire body started to shake from the climactic onset and soft soothing of his tongue, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed Kari's head and pulled him up. He looked a little puzzled.

“I want you right now,” I demanded in a lustful,
Girl 6
voice.

“You will always get what you want, love.” Even that last word could not throw me off-center in the moment. I needed to feel him inside me.

Kari immediately scooped me up and we exited the shower. Our steamy bodies rubbed along each other. He carried me soaking wet to the next room. We fell onto the bed in one swift motion. I wanted him badly. My body was aching. I still hadn't completely stopped shaking.

When he entered my sweet spot, it was drenched and more than ready to welcome him. Kari and I were so in sync that we could predict what the other wanted next. We made crazy, freak-nasty love from the back, flipped upside down, and my favorite, with me on top. I liked being on top because it allowed me to reach a mind-blowing orgasm. I also enjoyed the control and Kari didn't feel any type of way about it because I made him feel ecstasy in the end.

I straddled him while we were both sitting up facing each other and I improvised with a move that was intense. I could feel his heart beating fast against my chest as we grinded and thrust, holding
each other as tightly as possible with a combination of sweat and water now dripping from us. We were one big ball of lust.

“Lay back,” I instructed Kari and he did just that. As he lay back I began my show.

I rolled my hips and popped my pussy on him like a true porn star in training.

Kari grabbed my ass tight and squeezed it with a look of pleasure just before he was about to explode. I liked to please him as much as he liked to please me. He let out a loud sequence of moans and like that, I put him to sleep.

•  •  •

The getaway was just what I needed. It allowed me a chance to clear my mind and get my body tuned up—a perfect combination for starting fresh. I spent the night before my first day of work getting mentally and physically prepared. I watched
SportsCenter,
read every newsworthy, sports-related article in addition to picking out a black, above-the-knee dress with three-quarter-length sleeves and a black blazer to finish off my typical publicist uniform.

I walked into the high-rise, midtown office building for what was now the third time, but this day was different. This girl was now an employee of The League.

After reporting to Joel, I struggled through the boring, new-hire orientation and fought every urge to doze off. At the end of an uneventful day, I was shown to my desk and given all of my essentials by IT, which included a laptop and a BlackBerry.

I was all set up and settled in when I realized that it was six o'clock. There wasn't anything pressing to do, so I decided to call it a day.

When I got home, Dev wanted to know every detail. I'm guessing that she expected it to be a bit more glamorous than it really was.

“So how was it? Who did you meet today?” she asked enthusiastically.

“My coworkers,” I said with a chuckle.

“Okay, smart ass. But that consisted of some players, right?”

“Oh yeah, I intentionally left out the part where I met the New York Talons' entire team in the lobby on my way to lunch.”

“Dang! You did? How exciting!”

“No silly!” I said. “That would probably never happen. First off, the teams are spread out all over the U.S. and it's not like they have to come to The League office to check in on a regular basis. The athletes' schedules are hectic and they probably only drop by our offices when it is absolutely necessary.”

I did my best to explain to Dev my role and how the PR world works in general. The misconception in entertainment PR is that you simply rub elbows with celebrities and so-called “important” people. Reality check, you write press releases so you better be good with putting words together. You mastermind detailed PR plans that people rarely ever use or refer to. You cold call media that generally act like you are bothering them—but they don't hesitate to act friendly when they need you. Lastly, you kiss ass and play nice with the media people who you actually know and want to continue a relationship with. That pretty much sums it up. There are times that you interact with high-profile people, but it is by far not what most publicists do every day.

My first week at The League was a breeze. The work hadn't started piling up yet. One day, while in the restroom, I ran into a young lady with legs for miles and at least four-inch heels on. If I had to guess, she had been a model at some point in life. Her icy-blue eyes looked as though they could put you in a trance that you wouldn't wake from.

I was at the sink washing my hands alongside the woman I came
to know as Lydia when she unexpectedly said, “Hi, you must be the new girl that I heard about.”

“Hi,” I said with a slight smirk. “I guess so. I'm Scottie. Nice to meet you.”

Lydia was not in my department, but our groups worked closely together. I quickly came to know her as an intelligent hard worker from Baltimore who did not take crap from anyone. Eventually, she gave me the background scoop on everyone that worked on our floor. Forming my own opinions based off of my personal interactions with people was cool, but I would not deny potentially insightful information. According to Lydia, a woman named Britney was one to keep an eye on. She was venomous. I hoped that overall, The League employees would not be anything like the treacherous people at my old PR agency.

The head of The League's publicity department was a plump brunette with masculine features and a leftover 1980s hairstyle. Her slick commentary and taskmaster style made it evident that she was a Ms. Know-It-All. Her name was Gail Dean, but people rarely used her first name; they called her Dean. Pretty fitting if you asked me.