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Ryot smirks. “Maybe I can convince you to convince your boyfriend to join The Jock Report.”
“JP was just reminding me,” I say. “I promise, I’ll join.”
“Good, because we have fans asking about you. And you don’t have to do much. Interact as much or as little as you want.”
“It’s pretty simple,” Posey says. “I actually like reading the different posts from athletes, and those are the only posts you see, which is fucking awesome. You don’t see random commentary from others. It’s just straight from the athlete’s mouth.”
Ollie pauses her seduction and says, “That’s such a cool concept. Do you feel like the athletes can connect with their fans on a different level than, let’s say . . . Instagram?”
Ryot nods. “The great thing about The Jock Report is that we’re not using it as an advertising platform. The Jock Report is for the voices of our athletes.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, how do you turn a profit?”
“Every athlete and team who have a profile have a shop on the platform. We earn a percentage of those shops as well as from sponsors who sponsor our top ten plays of the week and things like that. And since the feed isn’t drowned out by every interest out there, we can charge a higher price because their product will be shown.”
“Fascinating,” Ollie says. “You could really take that business model and apply it to the top markets.”
“You could. It’s something the Cane brothers are actually looking into.”
“What don’t they do?” Posey asks.
“I don’t know how they’re not exhausted, but hey, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just need to talk to Posey real quick about his shop on The Jock Report. Mind if I steal him away?”
“Not at all,” I say, my body cooling down from the brief pause from Ollie’s interest in The Jock Report. It’s the perfect time to stand up.
“I need another drink,” Posey says. “Come with me.”
They take off, and I lift Ollie off my leg and stand.
“Aw, are we leaving so soon? I didn’t get to get you off.”
“Not fucking funny,” I say, extremely irritated.
“I’m surprised you can stand from how hard you were. And I wasn’t even stroking you. Has it really been that long for you?”
I grip her by the waist and pull her into my chest. Talking into her ear, I say, “Just you fucking wait.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Yes,” I say as I slip my hand into hers and pull her toward the exit.
We make our way through the crowd, trying to get away with an Irish goodbye, but unfortunately, several people stop me. And every time we stop, Ollie ends up pressing her breasts into my arm, or rubbing me in a way that she knows will turn me on, or even standing on her toes to kiss me. It’s become so obnoxious that by the time we get into my car and I start pulling away, I can feel my pulse in my ears.
“Fun night,” she says in a smarmy voice that makes me want to give her a taste of her own medicine.
She won’t want to mess with me again.
ChapterFourteen
OLLIE
I don’t know if I’ve ever been more satisfied than I am at this very moment, driving back to my dorm, a fuming Silas Taters next to me.
He thought he could just charge into my dorm, demand I join him, threaten me if I don’t, then expect everything to be okay?
Ohhhhhh no.
Not this girl.
