Here's an excerpt from the book, PETE SEBASTIAN, COACH, from the First & Ten series:
As he climbed the
stairs from the workout room, Coach Pete Sebastian’s temper flared. Stupid
idea. Just bullshit to get the media off our necks. Parker is obviously an
asshole who doesn’t know our team. He’s judging everyone by two rotten apples. The more he
thought about the unnecessary upset to his men, the more he burned.
The lines on his
forehead deepened. His light brown eyes clouded as his step quickened. I’ll
teach this jerk something about how to deal with my team. He rounded the corner and stopped at the office next to his. Raising his arms to rest his
hands against the doorframe, he leaned his trim, sweaty, six foot two inch body
into the space.
Pete stared at the
person sitting at the desk and raised his brows. “I’m looking for Joe Parker?”
A woman, facing the window, swiveled in the desk chair and
leveled her gorgeous, big, blue eyes on him. “Yes?” She scanned his body, which
was clad in only gym shorts and a tank top, before she rested her gaze on his
face.
“No, Joe Parker.”
“That’s right. Jo. J-o. Short for Josephine. What can I do for you?” She rose
from her chair, and Pete’s mouth went dry.
Even wearing high
heels, she wasn’t over five foot six. She wore a turquoise silk suit, the
jacket open, showing a white, silk blouse underneath. The scoop neck revealed enough creamy cleavage to capture his
attention.
He lowered his arms
and stepped inside. Her hips were slim,
and her legs slender, but not skinny. Raising his gaze, he noticed
blonde hair that seemed to glow, framing an oval face. Her peaches and cream complexion showed a slight blush around
her cheek bones,
and her kissable lips shined with a bright pink lipstick.
Pete had never seen a
woman so beautiful in all of Monroe before. Sweat started under his arms as he
realized that in a wife-beater and shorts, he was
practically naked and sweaty as hell. He probably reeked, like a skunk, and
hadn’t shaved. He rubbed his hand along his stubbly chin, as if to hide the
wiry scruff there.
“And you are?” As she
approached him, the subtle, floral scent of expensive
perfume wafted across the room, teasing his nose.
“Pete Sebastian. Coach
Pete Sebastian. Head Coach Pete Sebastian,” he stammered. Smooth.
Very smooth, asshole.
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