Blitzed by the Brit: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (24 page)

I
barely went
into the office now. All my work could be done from home, and so long as I logged my hours, no one seemed to care all that much. After all, I was only an intern. Not an unpaid intern, though. Not anymore.

Human Resources must have decided that perhaps a client-facing member of staff working sixty hours a week should at least be paid minimum wage. I ended up getting $10 an hour, backdated to when I started. That didn’t go far in San Francisco, but it did mean I could give Tasha some money towards the rent which she’d been paying single-handedly.

She took that rent money and went out for drinks with some girlfriends, because, well, she was Tasha. No doubt I would be meeting a new guy over breakfast tomorrow.

At least Tasha was out of the house. Tonight was devoted to one-on-one time with Barton. Tonight I would be paid to sit and stare at Barton Fenner. Not a bad way to make a living.

Barton arrived promptly at eight, just after Tasha had left. He’d brought Chinese food and a bottle of wine, making it look more like a date than a work event.
Thank God Tasha’s already left
. I could have solved that problem by having this meeting in the office, but I didn’t want to be there any more than he did.

“Ready to ride me hard all evening?” Barton asked.

“Do you have to turn everything into sexual innuendo?” I asked. “We’re here to work.”

“You’re just hearing what you want to hear. I’m warmed up and ready to go. Whatever you give me, I’m going to give you back twice as hard.”

“We’ll just see about that, mister.”

I’d spent the last two days talking to Tasha about the interview techniques used by journalists. Some of the top journalists kept their techniques private, like a trade secret, but she told me everything she knew.

The idea was to start with lots of softball questions to build a rapport, and perhaps lull the target into a false sense of security. Then the real work began.

“Let’s sit at the table,” I said, moving the Chinese food into the kitchen. I then placed my phone down on the table and opened up an app to record the entire conversation.

“You’re recording this?” Barton asked.

“Yep. I want you to remember that every word you say is being recorded. You want this to sound like a casual conversation, but never forget that it isn’t.”

“Alright, fine with me. I actually like the fact that you record things for posterity. That could be interesting when we finally hit the bedroom together.”

I sighed. “I now have proof of you hitting on the reporter. Great start.”

“I didn’t realize we’d started,” Barton protested. “Okay, from now. Go.”

Barton put on what I assumed was his serious face. It wasn’t one I’d seen before, but I liked it. It was how I imagined him looking at me when he finally thrust himself inside me. A man focused on one thing, and determined to achieve his goals.

Okay, Kristi, remember that you’re being recorded as well. Get your head in the game
.

I started off with some easy questions about how he’d settled in to the new area, and whether he liked the fans. He gave a smart answer about knowing the reputation of the fans, but still being amazed at the passion and support they showed for their team. It wasn’t original, but it ticked all the right boxes.

“How is training going?” I asked. “It must be tough now that you’re making the step up to the first team.”

“The last few weeks have been
really hard
,” Barton replied. “I have lots of pent up frustration. I feel like I’m going to explode any minute.”

Thank God his cock was under the table, because on instinct, I wanted to look down at it like I had done the last time we were together.

“Doesn’t training help relieve the frustration?” I asked.

“Training helps, but it’s no consolation for the real thing. When I finally hit the field for real, well, let’s just say it’s going to be messy.”

‘I want to come inside your pussy, Kristi.’

Barton stared at me with an expectant grin while I tried to remember my next question.

“What happens if you play your former team in the playoffs?” I asked.

Barton shrugged. “I’ll treat it like any other game.”

“You’re not worried about retaliation from the offensive lineman after you slept with his wife?”

“Hey, if he knew what he was doing, she wouldn’t have come to me begging for dick.”

I dropped my head into my hands and sighed loudly. “Brilliant. You’ve just admitted to screwing a teammate’s wife.”

“You already knew,” Barton protested.

“No, I was guessing based on the rumors. You just confirmed it.”

“Oh. Shit.”

We kept going, and I tried to ignore the mental image of Barton with the teammate’s wife. I’d seen the pictures of her. She was stunning, and looked that way no matter how and when she was pictured. I could never compete with that. On my absolute best day, when I’d spent hours getting ready, I probably passed for an eight out of ten. Maybe.

Barton took the exercise seriously, and after an hour I felt like we’d earned our Chinese food.

“Wine?” Barton asked.

“I can’t drink while I’m on the clock.”

“Then come off the clock. We’ve done enough for the night, don’t you think?”

I’d already billed twelve hours for the day; that was more than enough. “Okay, I’ll have a glass.”

If we’d finished working, then Barton didn’t still need to be here. We both knew it, but neither of us acknowledged it.

“How about we watch a movie?” Barton suggested.

I arched an eyebrow. “You want to eat takeout, drink wine, and watch a movie? That sounds a lot like a date.”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t do dating.”

“Ah yes, you just wait for women to beg you for sex.”

“It’s worked well so far.”

“ ‘So far,’ being the operative words. I haven’t resorted to begging yet, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“There’s still time. Although if you want to hurry things along I won’t object.”

“Not happening.” I threw Barton the remote and told him to pick a movie while I dished up the food. “I’m looking forward to the day you move on to your next target.”

“Why do you deny yourself pleasure?” Barton asked. I did my best to ignore him as he stepped up behind me in the kitchen. He didn’t touch me, but I could feel his muscles nearby, as if they were affecting the air around me. “Do you have any idea how hard you’ll come when I fuck you?” he whispered in my ear.

“Barton, stop it.”

“You’ll shake and scream as your tight pussy clenches hold of my cock like it doesn’t want to let go. When was the last time you came so hard you felt like your head was about to explode?”

My hand shook as I tried to pour the wine into the glasses without spilling it all over the counter in the process. My legs felt weak, like in my dreams when I’m being chased and can’t find the energy to run.

What would happen if I took a step back? If I pushed my ass up against his groin and let him have me? He could reach has hand around and have me coming in seconds while he played with my clit.

My panties were already dripping wet, and I could swear the smell of my eager sex was noticeable over the aroma of the food. All I had to do was give in. Would it really be so bad? Even if he did fuck me and leave me, at least he would have fucked me. When was the last time any guy did that?

But then he was gone.

I looked over and Barton was on the sofa selecting a film to watch. Science fiction. Great, if there was one genre that would never get me aroused it was science fiction.

I
was so wet
.

Barton hadn’t touched me during the entire movie, but the characters fucked like rabbits, and each time they did, I just wanted to jump astride Barton’s cock and feel him harden between my legs.

He’d picked that film on purpose.
Bastard.

“What did you think?” Barton asked.

“Fine,” I replied. “Didn’t make a lot of sense, but the special effects were cool.”

“I’d like to fuck in zero gravity.”

“Is that the last thing to tick off your sexual checklist?”

“One of few. I’ve not had sex on the Great Wall of China yet either, but there’s one goal I’m hoping to achieve soon.”

“And what might that be?”

“I’ve never fucked anyone in this apartment before.”

“Really? That’s your goal?”

“Yep,” Barton replied. “I’ve been planning on fucking someone here ever since I was a teenager, but it just never happened for me.”

“Well, my sister might let you join her later if you ask nicely.”

“I don’t share women. I want to be the only one touching them.” He paused and placed his hand on my thigh. “Licking them.” I closed my eyes and gasped as Barton leaned in and licked my neck gently. “Fucking them.” His hand moved up my thigh between my legs. He’d be able to feel the heat now. His fingers crept further up. Now he could feel the wet patch between my thighs.

“Barton, we can’t do this,” I pleaded. Despite my words, I let my hips slip down towards his hand, so that he pressed against my pussy. I couldn’t risk my entire career just for a quick fuck.
Could I?

“You’re going to be mine, Kristi Ward,” Barton growled. “I’m going to come all over you. Your face, tits, ass. Not a single bit of your skin will escape.”

“Barton,” I moaned softly. I had no idea whether I was protesting him, or egging him on.

His fingers reached out and touched my lips. “When was the last time a guy came in your mouth, Kristi?”

I shook my head and whispered “never.”

“I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum. You’re going to gulp it down like the greedy little girl I know you are.”

I whimpered, and closed my eyes to surrender my body to Barton.

Then I heard a laugh outside the door. Tasha. The door opened and she stumbled through with another random dude I didn’t know.

I didn’t know whether to appreciate her timing or curse it.

Barton and I quickly parted on the sofa, while Tasha was busy kicking off her shoes, and dragging her ‘date’ to the bedroom.

“Hi Tasha,” I called out. I wanted her to remember I was in the apartment. Otherwise things had a tendency to get… loud.

“Oh, hey,” she said, stopping and pushing her man into the bedroom. “I’ll be right there,” she said to him. She was clearly a little tipsy, even though it was still early in the evening by her standards. Her smile disappeared when she laid eyes on Barton.

“Hi Tasha,” Barton said politely.

“Hey. Um, that’s just a friend. From work. We’re just going to work on a story.”

Barton nodded, and Tasha walked off sheepishly. There was no way that guy was a work colleague. Tasha refused point-blank to sleep with anyone from work, and she wasn’t attracted to other journalists anyway. And she’d never bothered to lie to me about what she got up to in her bedroom. I wished she would, mind you. There are some things even close sisters shouldn’t share.

“That was weird,” I remarked. “She almost seems embarrassed.”

“I probably wasn’t supposed to see her tonight,” Barton replied.

“Why not?”

“She’s going on a date with my friend Clyde tomorrow.”

“Tasha’s going on a date? My sister Tasha?”

“Yep. Clyde’s quite excited about it.”

“I don’t—”

Tasha’s bedroom door opened and quickly slammed shut again. Tasha’s man came out looking angry. “Fucking cocktease,” he muttered, grabbing his shoes and quickly leaving the apartment.

Barton and I exchanged confused looks

“What was that about?” Barton asked.

“I have no idea.”

“If he hurt her, I can catch up with him and kick his ass if you like?”

“I don’t think that would help your image,” I replied. “I’ll go talk to her. Perhaps we should call it a night.”

“I had a bad feeling you were going to say that.” Barton reluctantly stood up and headed to the door. “How do you feel about double dates?”

“Depends who with,” I replied.

“Me.”

“I meant, who would be the other couple?”

“Oh. Your sister and Clyde. I have a feeling they might need us around.”

“Okay.”

Had I just agreed to go on a date with Barton? Did double dates count as dates? There was one way to answer that question—would I shave my legs before going out? Yes, definitely. Then it
was
a date. Holy shit.

Barton leaned in and kissed me gently on the cheek, before sneaking a hand round behind me and squeezing my ass. I didn’t even flinch.

The second Barton left, I felt a desperate urge to get under the covers with some electronics, but the silence from Tasha’s room had me worried.

“Everything okay?” I asked, knocking on the door.

“I’m fine,” Tasha replied over-enthusiastically.

She wasn’t fine. I opened the door and walked into her room to find her sitting by her dresser removing her makeup.

“What happened back there?” I asked. “If he hurt you, Barton is more than happy to go kick his ass.”

“No, no, it wasn’t that. I just changed my mind.”

“About sex?”

“Yeah. I didn’t care for it tonight.”

I stared open-mouthed at the sister I thought I knew better than I knew myself. Apparently not.