Welcome! Today I'm posting another snippet from my WIP in my football series, First & Ten. This is the Pete Sebastian, Coach Bass, story. Scroll down to return to Tuesday Tales.
Pete shaved with care, thinking about the stats he
got from Carl about Jo Parker. Age: 33, single, never married, B.A. degree,
magna cum laude. That she was beautiful, curvy and classy he could figure out
for himself. So, I’m a little older than
she is. So what? Ten years. Today –that’s nothing. He smiled as the razor glided
through the thick coating of cream on his face.
Words from his daughter, Mikki –the
fashionista—echoed in his head. Dad,
gotta dress better or you’ll never get a date. He’d let her pick out
clothes and show him how to put together the best suit, shirt and tie
combination. With his light brown hair and hazel eyes, Mikki would have chosen
green, his best color. He shrugged the shirt over his broad shoulders and
picked a dark gold tie from the rack. He pulled on khaki pants pressed to
knife-sharp creases. A forest green wool jacket completed the outfit. He looked
in the full length mirror as he combed his thick hair. Never cared what I wore to work. But now there’s a goddess in the
office next to me. Mikki would
approve. He smiled as he plucked his keys from the ceramic bowl filled with
loose change. He entered the front office section of the
stadium, whistling. Blood rushed through his veins. Coach Bass was feeling
sexy. Jo’s office was around the next bend. Feminine laughter greeted his ears, making his
grin wider. But the smile melted into a frown when his eyes beheld the scene
before him. Jo, at her desk, a pen in her mouth, gazed up, laughing with Devon
Drake, running back and womanizer. Pete
followed Dev’s gaze, which rested on Jo’s cleavage.
gonna take her for a ride. Coach Bass scowled at the young player as he
flirted with Jo. Fuck. Twenty-four hours
and I’m already too late.