by Amy Brent
I turned towards him, my face going pale. Did he know what happened between Hal and I? How had he found out?
“He blew his last three games,” Frank said, stepping into my office. “Reports are he's been distracted. Everyone's saying it's because of that article you wrote.”
I felt a wave of relief wash over me. If it was about the article, then no one would know that I'd slept with Hal. “He's that broken up over my article?”
“That's what they're saying.” Frank shrugged. “Word from the locker rooms is he talks about you all the time. Can't seem to get you off his mind. It's screwed up his concentration. People are screaming for your head.”
“My head?”
“They blame you for the team losing,” Frank said. “You know how sports fans can get. If Hal said his Fruit of the Looms were bad luck, his fans would be forming a mob to torch the underwear factory. I've checked some of the bigger online forums. They're smearing your name, saying you're trying to destroy football.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted. I couldn't care less what a bunch of rabid sports fans thought. “All that means is that my writing is getting a lot of attention,” I said. “They can smear me all they want. You can't pay for that kind of publicity.”
After Frank left, though, I couldn't help but wonder if my article was really the reason Hal was so distraught. None of his fans could know what had happened between Hal and I. What if, I thought, he was losing his games because he couldn't get me off his mind?
Had the man really fallen for me?
I finally decided I had to call Hal. Not because I wanted to. Not because I was ready to. But because I missed my period.
Three home pregnancy tests later, I was convinced of the truth. There was no avoiding it. Hal had been on my mind for weeks, and now I was out of excuses. I picked up the phone and found Hal's number. He still hadn't given up on me, as evidenced by the missed calls I still got every few days. He'd also sent flowers, chocolates, and a giant pink teddy bear to my office. My coworkers had been talking about it for weeks, trying to figure out who the mystery man was who was sending me so many gifts. I never let them see the name on the card.
I was ready to dial the number, but I couldn't make myself hit the call button. This sort of news really couldn't be delivered over the phone.
I'd have to talk to him in person.
I checked the schedule of Hal's games. Next Sunday, he was playing in New York. That was about a two hour drive from where I lived, but I could manage. I wasn't sure how I'd get in to see him once I was there, but I knew I had to do it this way. He deserved to hear the news from me face to face.
I spent the days before the game going over what I planned to say, over and over again. I couldn't find a way to get the words straight in my head, which was funny, considering that I was a writer. I thought about writing it all down so I could organize my thoughts, but that was too impersonal.
When Sunday finally arrived, I left early to beat the traffic, driving upstate towards New York. I got there with plenty of time before the game. I searched through the stadium, which held only small handfuls of people this early in the day, until I found a “Player's Only” area guarded by a large man wearing a black shirt that read “SECURITY across the back. I walked up to him and told him I was here to see Hal Masterson.
“Sorry, ma'am,” he said. “No fans beyond this point.”
“I'm not a fan,” I said. I pulled out my press ID badge and showed it to him.
“No press, either,” he said. “There's a press box reserved for...”
He paused and read the name on my ID. “You're Jane Edison?”
The scowl on his face told me that he knew about my scathing article and the effect I'd had on Hal.
“Just a moment,” he said. He stepped to the side and spoke into a radio. I couldn't make out what was being said, but I heard an angry tone coming from the voice at the other end.
Before the security guard said anything to me, the door behind him opened and Hal came bursting out. “Jane,” he said, breathless. It looked like he'd run all the way here. “I'm so glad to see you.”
I looked him over. He was only half-dressed for the game, his chest bare and glistening with sweat. He drew some looks from the other people in the stadium, a few of them whispering his name.
The security guard stepped up and leaned close. “Mr. Masterson...”
Hal glanced at the man, then looked around at the fans ogling him. He took my hand and said, “Come with me.”
He led me through the door and down a hall that lead to the locker rooms. He pulled me into a room to one side, filled with equipment for physical therapy.
As soon as we were in there, he kissed me.
He didn't stop at just a kiss. His arms reached around me, caressing my generous curves. I held myself stiff for a moment, then melted into his embrace. I'd wanted this, even when I'd tried to deny it. I still felt like I was a mess, that I would screw up any chance we might have at a real relationship. But I was aching for his touch.
“Hal,” I said, pulling back reluctantly. I touched my forehead against his as he held me. “We need to talk.”
“I know,” he said. “But you're here. That's a good thing. Right?”
I looked into his eyes. He seemed so carefree and eager. I hated to break the news to him.
Better to get it over with quick. Like a band-aid.
I kissed him again, then stepped back, taking his hands in mine. “Hal,” I said. I took a deep breath. “I'm pregnant.”
“Really?” he asked. His eyes widened.
I nodded. I held my breath, bracing myself for his reaction.
“That's wonderful!” he said.
I let out my breath and stared at him in shock. “Really?”
“Of course it is!” He laughed, squeezing my hands. “Wow. Damn. Pregnant?” He grinned, fidgeting where he stood. “Damn. I'm going to be a father!”
I watched him carefully, wondering if the news wasn't really sinking in. “Hal, this is serious. What are we going to do? A baby is a lot of responsibility.”
“Everything is going to be fine,” he promised me. “I'll take care of you and the baby. You know I can provide for it. Our kid is going to have a great life.”
“But...”
“But what?” he asked. He frowned in concern. “What's wrong, Jane? Look, I know you haven't been returning my calls, but...”
I sighed and stepped back into his arms. “I'm sorry about that. I was...I was just scared.”
“It's okay,” he said, stroking my back. “Everything's going to be fine. We'll make this work.”
Then he was kissing me again, and this time I let go of all of my fears. There was still a lot to think about, a lot to plan for, but he'd taken the news far better than I could have hoped for. If he had been my ex, the news of a baby on the way would have sent him running for the hills. But Hal was actually excited!
We didn't have much time before Hal had to start his game, but we seized the moment. Hal lifted me up onto one of the tables they used for medical exams, caressing my body with his athletic hands. I kissed him hungrily, feeling a rush at the forbidden idea of fooling around right here in the stadium. My body grew warm as I ran my hands across Hal's muscular chest. Then my fingers strayed down to his uniform pants, tugging at the laces.
Hal dropped his pants, still wearing his cleats and his knee pads. I tugged at my own belt in a rush, afraid now of getting caught, but unwilling to stop what we'd started. Hal kissed my neck and nuzzled my soft skin while he helped me get my pants off. Then he took me right there on the exam table with eager, frantic thrusts of passion. I buried my face into his neck to stifle my moans, certain that someone would catch us, but not caring if they did.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered in his ear. “I need you. You're going to be a father. We're going to be a family.”
He grunted in exertion and pleasure as I guided him to his climax. Pleasure swept over me, filling me with a forbidden r
ush of energy. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, panting and out of breath. He held me close, trembling, and I could feel that smile of pure contentment on his face.
We heard voices from the hall and quickly got dressed. We were mostly cleaned up when the door opened and one of the coaches found us. “Masterson!” he shouted. “What the hell are you doing? We've got a game to play!”
“Yes, sir,” he said. “On my way.”
He turned and gave me another quick kiss, then hurried off to prep for the game. I was led to a VIP box where I could watch the game. Hal was in true form this time, showing none of the distraction that had spoiled his last few games. He was a warrior on the field, full of energy, showing all of his fans why they loved him. The crowd cheered, and I even cheered along with them. I didn't really care which team won or lost. But I was caught up in the moment.
I cheered for the father of my child, and I knew that we were going to have a great life together. I knew I still had a lot of baggage to get over from my past, but for the first time in a long time, I could look to the future with hope about what was to come.
****THE END****
The Playboy’s Baby
Chapter 192
I stand here in front of my closet looking at this waitress outfit and I know that I would rather see it burn in hell. I imagine what it would be like to pour gasoline on it, set it ablaze and dance around it in victory of finding my freedom. I hate the way that people look at me when I’m wearing it. They treat me like I’m the help, but then again why wouldn’t they when that was exactly what I was. I was smart, gorgeous in the right light and if you liked curves, then I was the perfect woman.
I just received a notice from the catering company that I do temporary work for. Normally, I would tell them that I was busy, but my rent was due. This was my only way to make ends meet for this month and I had no choice, but to bite the bullet. It wasn’t glamorous work and I certainly wasn’t going to make enough to retire, but at least I could continue to put a roof over my head.
My roommate Tracy was standing by the door in her customary red hot pants and looking every bit like a woman that knew how to garner the attention of the men. She has all the attributes including a gravity defying boob job. Here in Los Angeles, you can’t trip over a girl without realizing that they were all plastic. I came here under the delusion that I was going to be a star, but then I realized that I couldn’t play the politics. I couldn’t be that skid mark on a casting couch.
“I don’t know why you just don’t come with me down to the strip club. You have a perfectly natural body that is a sought after commodity by those that like that kind of thing. Bigger girls are becoming all the rage. I don’t get it myself, but this is how the trend is starting to go. They even have a particular night dedicated to girls like you.” I had seen over the years the preference of man getting to where the stick thin Barbie doll look was going out of style. I had a lot of guys staring at me, as I walked down the sidewalk or did some casual browsing in a store. I was never really comfortable with that kind of attention, but I had to admit that the idea of not being wallpaper anymore was appealing.
“I’m not one to judge, Tracy, but that kind of thing is just not for me. I would be too self-conscious about stripping down to my birthday suit in front of strangers. I need the money, but I don’t need it that badly.” I wasn’t going to tell her, but I did entertain the idea. It was only after I visited her one night without her knowledge that I saw how these people acted on a regular basis.
“Felicity, you even have the right name for stage work. You wouldn’t even have to change it and that naïve look in your eyes would have them practically throwing their hard earned dollars down on the stage for you.” I looked at myself in the mirror and I had to admit that I owned what God blessed me with. I may have been a little on the chunky side, but most of that was honed it into the kind a muscle that you would see in any gym. I had surprised a lot of people by how much I was weightlifting.
“Tracy, I’m sure that you have only the best intentions, but I really don’t think that this is the line of work for me.” She had that short blond hairdo that showed off her sensuous neck and those long legs that went to heaven and beyond. “I give you all the credit in the world for doing something that is way out of my comfort zone. I doff my hat to you and I bow down in front of you. I only wish that I had that kind of courage to be that open with my body.” My long black hair cascaded down to the small of my back. I was 5’10 and 175 pounds.
“You say that I have courage, but you’re of the one that gives me the strength. You’ve done some nasty jobs since I’ve known you and you’ve always done them with a smile on your face. You may not have liked them, but you learned early on that a smile goes a long way. A sour disposition only gets people trying to ignore you, but if you’re friendly and courteous, then you can make some very healthy tips.” She was that spitfire with a compact body and sensuality that had guys eating out of her hand.
“I appreciate you saying that, but I really don’t believe that myself. I would love to debate this further, but both of us have jobs to go to. You need to get down to the strip cub for an 8 hour shift and I need to hightail it over to a gala an hour away from here. I’m going to have to take the bus and wearing this outfit is only going to give me the kind attention that I don’t want.” The waitress outfit was revealing, but more provocative than naughty.
The white blouse was sheer, but if I wore a bra, then it would only elude to what I had. The skirt was a uniform black. It hugged my body. It was a little snug, but it was the only size that they had that was big enough to fit me.
“I can’t describe it to you, Felicity. The only way to come close is to say that I might have an exhibitionist streak. I like the way that they look at me. I know that they can’t touch. They can pay for the honor of seeing all of it, or they can contend with only seeing what they would probably see on a beach. It takes all kinds. It doesn’t matter if they are young or old. I shake my ass in their face and they are drooling from the moment that I stand on stage. I’m not like the others and I really put on a show that is worth the price of admission.” I’d seen her hanging upside down and shimmying down that pole. It took some real skill to put on a show that was that intricate and choreographed.
It was no wonder that she was the star attraction. She was making some good bucks and I had to say that when I heard of what they were paying her, I almost fell out of my chair.
“I know that you don’t do this for strictly the money. You actually have fun and isn’t that half the battle when you are working your ass off literally and figuratively?” She winked at me, before grabbing onto her short black leather jacket and carrying the necessities for being that naughty policewoman onstage. She even had a pair of handcuffs that she used on an unsuspecting victim to draw them into her show.
“I’m not saying that the money isn’t good. Sometimes I forget all about that and I just have fun on the stage. It’s possible that I have daddy issues, but that’s for my therapist to find out.” She came over and undid the first couple of buttons on my blouse. She even turned down the collar to give me a chance at getting the kind of tips that would help me not to do this for quite some time.
My parents actually thought that I was in school, but what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them. I was happy living with Tracy. She was the only girl I knew that could take me by the hand and make me stay up, until the wee hours of the morning dancing. She had this funny way of playing with my curves. She would run her hands down over my body and have the whole dance floor with their eyes on us. It was the only time that I felt free to do what I wanted and not have to deal with the consequences.
“Felicity, you should really let me alter that outfit. I could work my magic and have them eye balling the merchandise.” What she didn’t know was that they were already looking in my direction. I looked at my watch and I knew that time was getting away from me. I could feel her hot breath on my neck and had I swu
ng in that direction, I would have gladly let her take me for a test drive. I knew what was driving that sentiment and I hadn’t had a relationship in quite some time. Getting laid would only cause more problems than it was worth.
“I don’t suppose that I could take you out of your way to drop me off.” She came over to my computer and I showed her the address and she didn’t even hesitate. We left there together on entirely different paths with different outcomes.
Chapter 193
I was mingling amongst the crowd feeling slightly claustrophobic with all of these people crammed in together in one place. I was pulling at my collar and every time that I bent down, I would look up to see some young man staring at my cleavage.
In the corner was Jason Wells. He was that charismatic baseball player that knew how to round the bases in his career and his personal life. He was not shy about his affections and I thought for a moment that he had looked at me.
I was picking up a tray of champagne, when I felt a presence behind me. A pair hands grabbed my hips and a long hard cylinder object of manly persuasion was pressed up against me. “You should really let me take you away from all of this. I could take you to paradise in between my sheets. I’ve noticed you watching me. I know what you’re thinking and believe me I’m thinking the exact same thing. I have this desire and curiosity to lift up your skirt and see if you’re wearing any panties.” I had never heard anybody speak to me with such candor.
“Um… I think that you have me mistaken for somebody else.” There was no way that this billionaire baseball player would even want to talk to me let alone sleep with me. “You might have had a little bit too much to drink. May I suggest a few cups of coffee to sober up? You really don’t know what you’re doing. If I were to sleep with you, you’d wake up in the morning regretting it.” He was still behind me and his hot tongue actually touched my ear and made me shiver down to my toes.