Free Redhead Blitz by Janie Mason

The way he’d looked at her right before she’d left had her aroused and on edge.
    “Damn you, Sean Fitzgerald.   I finally find a job where I’m more than just window dressing and you come along and mess it, and me, all up.”
    She parallel-parked in front of her building and, although not quite used to her new car, nailed it on the first attempt.   She tried to wave him on as she headed to the door, but of course, his car remained idling in the street until she was safely inside.
    Upstairs, as she unlocked her apartment and set her things on the small table just inside the door.   Mental exhaustion had her superimposing Sean everywhere she looked, sprawled out on her sofa, grinning and crooking his finger in invitation.
    “Wishful thinking.”   But as she turned and flipped on the kitchen light, there he was again, checking out the contents of the fridge, shirtless, the muscles in his back flexing as he rested his forearm over top of the door and bent to see inside. In her fantasy, Sean’s worn denims hung low on his hips, just covering his tight male butt.
    Gigi blinked, the vision seemed so real.   She crossed to the sink and quickly poured half a glass of cold water, downing it in one swallow.   Maybe that would dowse her over-fired imagination.   Flipping off the light, she headed toward her bedroom and reminded herself of her mantra.   But when she turned on the overhead switch, there Sean was, naked under the covers of her bed, patting the vacant space beside him.
    Choosing to laugh rather than cry in sexual frustration, she dove at the bed, rolled onto her back and spread her arms out wide.
    “Come and get me.”

Chapter Ten
    “L-I-O-N-S, GO LIONS!”   The cheerleaders flipped and jumped as Gigi climbed the steps of the home stands.   The student section roared, exponentially louder than the general crowd, as the kick-off marked the beginning of the game.   She’d heard someone on the way in say the Lions quarterback was back in this week’s game and the team had high hopes of winning.   Sean’s tutoring had been successful, and that left her with a sense of pride she was reluctant to acknowledge.
    Gigi scanned the crowded stands, feeling a bit out of her element.   She hadn’t attended a football game since high school.   Her recent boycott on men, which was supposed to make her feel empowered, had been a tough sell on Friday and Saturday evenings.   Normally she would have been out on a date or partying with a group of friends.   Tonight it had almost been a relief to have a new activity to distract her.   When Al had offered her an employee pass, she’d thought to score a few brownie points with the boss.   The anticipation of seeing Sean in action had absolutely nothing to do with her decision to accept.
    Nope, not at all .   It also had no bearing on her decision to wear her best jeans and a lime green camisole top under a matching sheer blouse.
    She spotted L.R., outfitted in an over-sized, forest green t-shirt with white Lion’s lettering and a ruffled white skirt, waving her direction from a seat on the aisle a few rows up.   The principal had been in and out of the building all day and probably hadn’t had a chance to read Gigi’s update about the meeting with Tony Walton.   Gigi made her way up to L.R., who scrunched over to make room.
    “I read your e-mail,” L.R. said.   “Sorry I couldn’t make the meeting, but it sounds as if you have everything under control.”
    She gave Gigi a sound pat on the knee and then refocused on the players.   Without turning back to Gigi , she said, “I appreciate you taking control of things on our end.   The normal beginning of the school year nonsense, combined with the upcoming standardized tests, makes it difficult for me to devote much time toward this fundraising project.”
    “No problem.”   Gigi enjoyed the challenge of her new position.   Funny, she’d gone from one menial job to the next and never really