Page 16 of Second Chance to Score

“I want to see you again.”

“You have another appointment scheduled,” she reminded me.

“Outside of the clinic,” I said firmly.

That was one thing that had changed since we’d been together: I was way more confident than I had been when I was younger.

She sighed deeply. “I don’t know, Robbie. I won’t lie, I feel this attraction between us, as strong as it was when we were in college. But I’m not in a place for any complications right now.”

“Love isn’t a complication,” I answered softly.

She reared back in shock, and I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“I didn’t give you my phone number.”

“Your father did.”

She huffed in annoyance. I knew that she and her father had always had a complicated relationship, which was exacerbated by Violet having the nerve to be born female. Robert Grange was an excellent coach, but he was a shit father, a fact I was well aware of.

“Drive safely.”

Violet gave me a long look, then got into her car, closing the door and starting the engine. I tapped on her window, and she rolled it down with a questioning look.

“Lock your door.”

She rolled her eyes, but as the window moved back up, I heard the click of the locks.

***

“No. Absolutely not.”

“You promised,” Violet reminded me as she dug into my hip muscles a little more deeply than I suspected was necessary. I hissed in pain.

We had Janice the intern in the room with us again, and the young woman watched us like we were a tennis match. I’d heard a couple of the staff talking earlier and knew that they were all curious what was going on between us. Apparently young Janice had a big mouth.

And a little slutty, I thought, as I saw her eying my cock and licking her lips instead of watching her mentor work.

“I promised to be in your bachelor auction. I did not promise to pose nude for the promotional pictures.”

“You won’t be nude,” Violet said firmly. “You’ll have a football covering up your...assets. Besides, your publicist already approved it.”

She sent me a smug smile, knowing that she’d outmaneuvered me. I wasn’t opposed to doing some promotion, but I wasn’t strictly comfortable with every woman in town seeing me in my skivvies. Or less. Violet was the only woman I wanted to be naked around. And if my mother saw the photo...well, that wouldn’t go well.

I’d been coming to the clinic for two weeks now and we’d fallen into a bit of a routine. I’d schedule myself for the last appointment of the day, then I’d convince Violet to have dinner with me. Although after the first week it hadn’t taken much convincing. Then I’d walk her to her car, kiss her until we were both dying for more, and send her on her way.

If there was one thing I’d learned in football, it was strategy. I didn’t want just a quick fuck with my ex-girlfriend. I wanted forever. I was willing to take things slow while she learned to trust me again. And if I had to drive her out of her mind with lust to make it happen, well I was totally on board for that.

Then again...

“I’ll do it on one condition.”

She rolled her eyes and dug her thumb into a hip flexor. “There’s no condition. We’ve been over this before. Taking you on as a patient and working on your hip was the condition, remember?”

“Come on,” I cajoled, “I promise you’ll like my condition.”

“Janice, can you go get me the electro-stim? It’s in my other treatment room, in the cabinet.”

Her intern scurried out of the room. Violet didn’t say anything as she continued to release adhesions in my muscles, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist asking. Violet had always been an intensely curious person.