ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Tight End (Bad Boy Football Romance) (New Adult Alpha Male Sports Romance) (19 page)

Chapter 5

Ashlea woke up with her phone’s alarm at eight. She laid there for a time, trying to see if she could hear the man in the other room. After making a phone call to Rick, she had gone to sleep. Getting up and getting dressed, Ashlea went to knock on his door and it came open with the pressure. The bed was empty and the candles had burned out. Grabbing her phone, she realized she had several missed calls. Not recognizing the number, she dialed it and waited.

“Tri-County Jail.”

“Oh hi, I am um, looking for Jesse Ronald?”

“Yes we have someone here with that name.” Ashlea groaned and listened to the bail details. She didn’t even ask what he had done. She didn’t even care. Kicking herself for leaving him to his own devices, she called Neil. He was pissed that she had left him alone and she had nothing to say in her own defense. She had let Jesse get to her and now it could all be going down the hill. She called the opposing lawyer and Jesse’s to let them know they would be late. They refused to reschedule, so she raced out to get him out and then get him where he needed to be.

In the end, they were late, but it seemed that the news had not gotten ahold of the information yet. She still had time to play fix-it. He got picked up for public intoxication and nudity. It wasn’t hard for Ashlea to figure out what had happened. Jesse was mad that it took her so long, but it couldn’t be helped. She tried to get him in a better mood as they walked into the deposition room, but she could tell he was soured.

“I’m so sorry we were late. We thank you for waiting.”

“Well if your client doesn’t want to play, we can just see how this criminal side turns out.”

She caught Jesse gritting his teeth and she shot him a look. “Yes, well we all want to make this beneficial for all involved.”

Ashlea sat down and urged Jesse down. He was still hung over from the night before and he looked like he had been scraped off of some bar floor. The older gentleman representing the plaintiff, slid her a piece of paper with a very large figure written on it. “Okay I see we are starting high.”

“This is our one and only offer.”

Jesse tried to see and she shut it. She knew what would happen if he saw it and she didn’t need him to blow a gasket right then. The man across from them was in a neck brace and eyed Jesse as if he was a rabid dog. “Surely your client can appreciate what happened. While I will admit Mr. Reynolds lost his cool, your client was baiting him. Some may think that he wanted the subsequent beating to happen so that we would be sitting here now.”

Ashlea slapped Jesse’s hand away as he tried to get the paper. She wrote something and slid it back to the other lawyer. “This was more in line with what we thought, considering the circumstances leaving your client’s hands unclean. I can make sure the civil case takes years. You will no longer be able to wear that brace and walk funny for sympathy. They will hear what you said and by then, everyone will know the story and you will walk away with nothing. So I strongly suggest you take this.”

The older man opened and closed it. His mind worked out his cut and though it was something, he was looking for that last case so he could retire. He showed the injured man and he too, was not as happy with the figure. She was able to double the number, but it was still 8 times less than they wanted. It wasn’t a low ball, but it was definitely seen as one. The lawyer wrote something underneath it and she refused it. “I will double the offer no more. If not, we can go to court and see what happens. Your client will be picked apart in the news and he has a past like Jesse here. The only difference is that Jesse is the champion and has been for many years. He does charity and does not cheat on a wife he doesn’t have. Do I make myself clear?”

Her blue eyes were centered on the quiet victim. She had looked into his, letting him know that she would destroy him and his family if necessary. The fact that he was cheating on his wife with one on his film crew was just the tip of the iceberg. There was more, there always was.  She saw the moment that he realized her game and his lips tightened. Jesse just sat there, still trying to see the paper. It was his money after all. The third grab for it, she handed it to him and sent him a look that expected him not to speak.

“We will have to confer.”

“Whatever works for you. Forty-eight hours or we will start our own campaign. I suggest your client stop taking interviews at this time as well. It may not end well if we have to take similar tactics.” Ashlea stood up and bid them a good day. Jesse followed behind after a moment.

“What the hell was that Ashlea?”

“Me getting this taken care of. What the hell happened last night?”

“Just got caught banging some chick behind the bar. They made a big deal about it and then I was in jail.”

“Yes I figured as much. You need to get your needs under control. They are getting you in trouble. The next 2 days you are on house arrest. You will not leave.”

His dark eyes turned black and she ignored him. “You can’t…”

“I am trying to save your ass, which you don’t seem to care about. I need that guy at the construction site, not this one.”

The two drove in silence. Ashlea took a call from Neil. He wanted to know how the meeting went and she told him that she was optimistic. “Just make sure you get more dirt. I am not above blackmail.”

She nodded and then hung up. Jesse was dozing in the seat next to her and she didn’t wake him until they were back at his place. Nudging him, his eyes came open and for a second, she thought he was going to kiss her. She finally backed away and said they were there.

“C’mon. You need some rest.”

She opened the door for him and he stood up above her. Ashlea moved back, not wanting to touch him. She still didn’t trust herself around him, though she was better at hiding it then he was. “And you might not want to leave candles burning all night. You’ll burn your pretty house down.”

Mentioning it seemed to piss him off. He glowered down at her. “They were for you.”

“Ah, well I am your rep dear. We can always order you some girls if you need that.”

He took a step towards her and she stood her ground. She couldn’t show how he affected her or he would continue until he got what he wanted. “I don’t want another girl. I want you.”

She nodded, ignoring the pounding in her chest. “You need some sleep and a shower. You will feel right as rain in no time.”

Ashlea turned to walk towards the front door when his hand stopped her. He jerked her back to him and then his lips were on her before she could stop them. She was unprepared for the touch and the kiss. It wasn’t what she had expected him to do and she was unable to stop the slow moan as he pulled her to his hard length. His lips were soft and his tongue was insistent in her mouth. It was too much and when he pressed against her with his hard length, she finally got the wherewithal to push back.

“Are you done?”

Her eyes didn’t show the throbbing between her legs and she was thankful she had worn a light jacket to cover the response in her chest. Her voice didn’t hold the same tremble she felt inside and she turned around to walk away. He didn’t try to stop her, his ego wounded by her lack of reaction. How could she not feel as he did when they touched?

Ashlea moved quickly to the room she was given. It was not until she was behind the door that she let out the ragged breath that she had been holding. Her heart leapt in her chest and there was nothing she could do about it. His lips were still felt on her own and she touched them gently. She tried to remind herself that he was a client. She tried to remember the boyfriend that she didn’t feel that way for. His touch did not elicit the same response and that made her pause. She tried to ignore the needs that she felt and eventually went back downstairs.

Jesse was in the kitchen and she took over so he could take a shower. Jail did not suit him and he smelled like dirt and booze. He never met her eyes, but came back down several minutes later cleaned up and in some running shorts. She set the plate of food in front of him and he ate with a soft thank you. “Well since you want to stay close, I guess we can go for a run. I was thinking along the coast a ways.”

Ashlea nodded, dreading it the whole time. Her eyes took in his hard chest and she wished she could find a reason not to go. She would never admit that she hadn’t run in years, so she nodded and finished her coffee. She was going to need as much caffeine as she could possibly get.

Chapter 6

Jesse waited for her to catch up and Ashlea was unable to stop the heaving breathing. “You okay?”

She gave him a dirty look. Ashlea was hunched over, trying to catch her breath. She was wishing she hadn’t had that cigarette the night before and was thoroughly cursing the damn sand. “I am not a damn fighter. I work in an office and I think you are trying to kill me.”

He laughed. “No of course not, but I must say I like the position.”

He walked closer, his shorts lined perfectly with his face. She jerked up and it made him laugh more. “How about we get on the pier for a bit?” She was hopeful and it must have done the trick because he agreed.

“Fine. Come on.”

Ashlea was thankful to not run in quicksand anymore. Her calves were burning and he was good enough to walk with her a while. “Running is not your thing I take it?”

She shook her head. “Yoga and spinning. I haven’t run in a long time.”

“Well you still look good.”

“I thought you would be tired from your night.”

“I am but it is better to get out and burn it off. Besides, I have to stay in shape for when I come back.”

“Do you really want to?”

He stopped. “Of course I do. I love it.”

“Then why all this craziness? Is it that hard to keep your nose clean?”

“Nowadays, but it didn’t used to be.”

“What’s changed?” Ashlea eyed a bench and sat down. By the way his face changed, it was much like the video. It became clear to her then that it was what the photographer had said. “Never mind. We will get you back on the mats. His lawyer will play and I don’t think we will even need to do interviews. The buzz is that you were justified, so it is looking good.”

“When do you have time to do all of this?”

“Waiting for you to get released.”

“Thanks Ashlea. I don’t know what I would have done if they would have sent me another stiff.”

“Jeffries used to be the best, but times have changed.”

“Enough talk, let’s go.”

She groaned and followed him as he went back down to the water. Ashlea walked on the hard-packed shore and left him to the treacherous sand. They started back towards his place and she rejoiced. It wasn’t until she could see it in her sights that she slowed to a walk, grabbing her side. He stopped again and she waved him on.

Jesse ran back towards her and lifted her up into his arms. He barely missed a beat, but she noticed he chose her route instead back to the house. She tried to ignore the man’s strong hands on her, but he wasn’t letting her go, no matter how much she wiggled in his arms. It wasn’t until they were back in the house that he set her down. She thanked him and tried to blame her heart rate on the run. He nodded and started up the stairs. Ashlea heard the shower go on and she tried not to imagine his naked body under the spray.

Going to her room, she got some clothes and went to one of the other bathrooms in the house. It was quiet and she hadn’t seen any of the help all day. Her shower was quick and she found Jesse back in the kitchen. “I am starting to think that is all you do.”

“Got to keep the weight up. Will have a championship match when I come back.”

“You sound pretty damn confident.”

“How can I not? You were kind of scary in there. I thought that guy was going to shit his pants.”

She smiled and sat down. “So what’s for lunch?”

“Protein.”

The salmon didn’t agree with her and she found some fruit to make a smoothie. Pouring them into the glasses, her phone rang and she left the room to take it. Neil was not who she expected a call from, so she knew that it was a good chance of it being bad news. Neil was never the bearer of good news.

“He’s on the internet.”

“Doing what?”

“Well what did he get arrested for?”

“Sending you a link.”

She clicked on the link and watched Jesse hammer yet another blonde behind the bar. She moaned, while he groaned and pounded her. Ashlea felt a twinge in her nether region that she tried to ignore. Putting the phone back to her ear, she cleared her throat. “Well it certainly shows his vitality. He has a large female fan base and even men will see the prowess in the video. She’s not underage is she?”

“No. Well I guess you are right. Can you please just keep track of him?”

“Already there. He is sticking around for the next couple of days until we hear from the lawyers. It’s okay Neil. It will all work out and we are just going to ride this out. Sometimes doing nothing is something.”

He made a sound into the phone and she could tell he was not one hundred percent sure. She had to be enough for both of them and Ashlea promised she would call him with the update later that day.

She went back into the kitchen and showed Jesse the video. He kind of chuckled. “What is it with you and blondes?”

“I have an affinity for one and she won’t have me.”

Ashlea swallowed the lump in her throat. She could hear the moaning from the video and she could see it playing in her mind. “Seriously stay in the house for a couple of days. You are going to get me fired.”

“They wouldn’t fire you, would they?”

“Probably not, but you are making me look bad.”

“I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you.” He had an arduous look and she turned away.

“You can keep it in your pants for a couple of days. It won’t kill you. Let’s get through the negotiation and then from there, you can party your heart out.”

“There is more to me than just that.”

“Well it doesn’t matter. Just be good for a couple of days is all I am asking.”

“And if I do?”

She looked up suddenly, her blue eyes held a hint of the desire he knew were in his. “What do you want?”

“I think you know.”

“I will think about it.”

“You are already doing that. I want an answer.”

“Maybe.”