Free The Playbook (a Secret Baby Sports Romance) by Avery Wilde Page B

shook his head, cutting her off with the wave of his hand. “No, I want in tonight or the deal’s off.”
    I watched as the realtor’s smile slipped just a little, unsure of herself for the first time. I knew that feeling; I was living that feeling right at that moment. “I, uh, that’s an unusual request, Mr. Maddox.”
    Jacob narrowed his eyes. “Are you telling me it cannot be done?”
    I felt sorry for the realtor, she paled, immediately shaking her head. “No, of course not. I just need your price, and I will make it happen. I promise.” Her eyes flickered to me before she seemed to stand up straight again. She was jealous, it was pretty evident the moment I’d walked in the door, and she was perhaps thinking if she could get the deal done for Jacob that she would be in with a chance with him. But for some reason, which baffled and pleased me all at the same time, he’d barely paid her any attention… his eyes followed me instead.
    I tried to hide my surprise as Jacob quoted a price, thinking of how much money he was about to put down for this house. For one person. It was insane.
    The realtor disappeared through the doorway once more and Jacob turned his attention back towards me. “What?”
    I shook my head. “You were a bit forceful with her about moving in here tonight. What’s the rush? There isn’t even any furniture in the place.”
    His grin slid back in place as he leaned in, reaching out to touch my cheek lightly. “See? That’s where you are wrong. There’s a bed. What else do I need? Besides, I always get what I want, so why wait?”
    I swallowed hard, thinking about that bed. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted to sleep with me. The question was, was I willing to sleep with him? I wasn’t normally a casual fling kind of girl, but the need to have his hands on my bare skin was very evident to my poor, deprived body.
    Just then my stomach growled, causing him to take a step back and breaking the potentially hot moment. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, giving him a slight smile but feeling relief immediately. He was too close; I was starting to border on crazy notions that I shouldn’t even entertain. It was like the closer he was to me, the more my rational thought just picked up its bags and moved away. “I haven’t eaten properly since lunch.”
    He chuckled and tucked his hands in his pockets—perhaps resisting temptation to touch me again. “No, I’m sorry I haven’t fed you yet. I promised you a date, a dinner date, and here I am buying houses while you’re going hungry.” Jacob looked around the bathroom with a critical eye. “How about we have dinner here? We can celebrate, plus I haven’t explored the rest of the house yet, so we can poke around a bit, too. And I swear we’ll get something better than takeout pizza.”
    My cheeks heated at the thought of him ‘poking around’ and I shook my head to clear the remnant dirty thoughts. The tub, the bed—they were still too close for comfort, and I thought I was in danger of stripping naked for him right there if we didn’t go back downstairs quick. It was a similar feeling you experience when you’re at a great height, on a high bridge or a huge cliff, staring over the railing into a world of nothingness. And there’s a small, insane voice inside your head telling you to jump, to let go—to fly… to get naked.
    “No, I don’t mind, but don’t you think you’re being a bit premature with the celebrating? The owners haven’t even said yes yet,” I finally replied.
    “Oh, they will… and so will you. I’ll get you in that tub one day.”
    Really now?
    We left the bedroom, heading towards the staircase. He was excited about the house, and I was intrigued to see how the rest of this date was going to go—was I going to lose my mind? Or would I come out of it unscathed? I wasn’t too sure which option I preferred. Either way, I was starving…
    His smile told me I had pleased him with my earlier answer to