Free Baseball Star Edition (The Seduction Game, #2) by Nicole Jennings

 
     
    Baseball Star Edition
     
    Reconnaissance is a major part of the game and so is
availability. Sarah hauled me around California chasing her rock star, and now
it’s my turn to drag her around town.
    I will not rest until I have woken up next to a Major
League Baseball player.
    “I still don’t see why we can’t do this in
California,” Sarah complains for the fifth time today.
    “It’s all about opportunities, I don’t see a way to
put myself in front of him any other way, do you?”
    “No, not without heaps of luck. You know I’m your
wing-girl, I just loath road trips.” She grumbles, slouching down in the
passenger seat.
    The wind rushes over me in the convertible, whipping
my hair around. It makes me feel carefree. I wish I could stand with my arms
spread wide, and fly. “It’s a beautiful day, just enjoy it.”
    “It’s Arizona, what’s there to enjoy in Arizona?” She
asks in mock derision.
    “Baseball players?” I suggest.
    “ Ehh , the other single men
on the team are not my type. I’m here strictly in a supportive role this
time.”  
    The drive to Scottsdale was rather nice despite
Sarah’s unwillingness to play the game this trip. Scenery along the journey was
very romantic, in a dusty, rugged way. Barren mountains loomed in the distance
like sand spilled from an hourglass. Appearing as if a slight breeze would
scatter them to the wind, but they had withstood the test of time for ages.
    This year, my favorite up and coming baseball star
was playing at the Spring Training Annual Poker Classic charity event.
    Sarah had protested vehemently about going until I
told her she would get to wear her designer summer dress she’d just bought.
    My MP3 player was on random and we were jamming out
to tunes. Although Sarah had insisted on removing her Rock Star’s music, it was
still a decent mix.
    She’s been acting weird ever since she accomplished
her goal with him and I wish she would just tell me why, but every time I
broached the subject she brushed it off. My only conclusion, the sex must not
have been that good. Poor girl.
    “So why him? Why a pitcher?” Sarah asks while a predominantly
slow song plays.
    “Have you seen the way he pitches? My God, his arms
are like Thor’s Hammer. I want to feel the strength of those arms, as I rake my
nails down his back.”
    She laughs, “ It
is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction. Or so says Mr. Pablo
Picasso, I wonder what Thor’s little hammer is like.”
    “I’ll tell you after this weekend.” Confidence is a
key component to the seduction of powerful men. Even if your insides are tied
in knots, you have to appear collected. It’s good all-around practice to exude
confidence anyway.
    “I still can’t believe you’re trying to do this all
in one weekend.”
    “Well I have two shots, the pre-season baseball game,
and the tournament. If the baseball game doesn’t give me the opportunity, all I
have to do is advance far enough at the poker game to get to a round at his
table. I think I can manage that,” I’m a decent poker player. Probably not good
enough to win, but it’s for charity, and it’d be fun.
    “You kick my ass,”
    “You have a terrible poker face,” I reminded her.
    “I hope his poke her face is better.” She waggles her
eyebrows at me.
    I laugh at the ridiculousness of her joke. “I’m sure
it will be, have you seen his concentration stare when he’s pitching? It turns
me on just thinking about it. His eyes are so intense; I can just imagine staring
into those eyes, begging for him to toss me around. I hope he’s rough. I like
it rough.”
    Sarah rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah we all know, make
him be rough. Oh, I love this song,” she turns up the music and begins to sing
at the top of her lungs, leaving me to revel in images of his stare. I hope I
don’t crash the car before we get there.
    After we’ve checked into the hotel, the same one the
poker charity event will be held at tomorrow night,