Deep End: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Roxeanne Rolling Read Free Book Online Page B

brought the team to victory, b y breaking a national record, not to mention a personal record.
    I show her the record board, on the pool deck, right by the door to the locker room .
    “Wow,” she says. “You’re name’s all over the place, isn’t it?”
    I’ve never been good at acting humble. I just nod my head and smile.
    We’re the only ones in the pool now, but the guys will be coming in in about fifteen minutes.
    “So,” she says. “This is all great stuff.” She’s still scribbling away in her little notebook. “You don’t mind if I record this do you?” It might be my imagination, but it seems like she sweeps her hair back around her shoulders in an elegant gesture as she says this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she’s trying to get on my good side with her looks.
    “No,” I say. “Not at all. I cho o se my words very carefully, after all, and I’d rather have direct quotes appearing in the story then some kind of paraphrasing.”
    “Great,” she says, pulling out a professional-looking voice recorder, pressing the red record button. The thing is tiny, b ut has a big microphone built into it. She holds the thing somewhat surreptitiously at her side.
    “ So where were we? “ I say, distracted for a moment by the way she’s still moving her hair.
    “I was just about to ask you what it’s like to be the best swimmer the college has had in years.” S he smiles at me like sh e hasn’t smiled at me before. Her icy demeanor from earlier is completely gone.
    Is it my imagination, or is she starting to like me? It sure feels like she’s about to come onto me? After all, I’m good at reading the signs. I usually don’t even have to chase the girls. They just come to me.
    “It doesn’t feel too bad at all,” I say, growing a little self-conscious for the first time in a long while. It isn’t normal for me to feel this way. For some reason, the positive vibes Allison is putting out make me a little nervous.
    I can now hear the swim team in the hallways . They’re just now entering the locker room. They’re shoutin g and goofing off as usual, making a hell of a lot of noise . There’s only one d oor separating Allison and I between the rest of the swim team. I should be excusing myself and going to get change d myself, but something is holding me there. It feels almost like an electrical charge that’s pulling me towards Allison.
    I take another look at her, and she seems to be shining with some kind of ethereal brilliance.
    “What does that number mean up there?” says Allison, pushing her body closer to me, as she reaches up high with her hand to point. Her hair is falling in my face, and her breasts are rubbing against my chest.
    I can feel the desire rising inside me. My cock is starting to fill with blood, growing erect. Will she notice? After all, she’s pressed right up against me.
    There’s some kind of spark between us.
    I know I shouldn’t, but I start to lean in to kiss her.
    The timing couldn’t be worse. After all, the swim team is about to start pouring through the locker room door, and we’re right in their path.
    Coach likes me, but I al so know he’s a grumpy so n of a bitch who thinks he’s better than everyone else. And he thinks I think I’m better than everyone else. And that’s true, to an extent, but only because it’s true. After all, it’s my name that has all those records on the board, not coach’s .
    But the straight deal is that if coach finds me kissing Allison, right here in the pool, to top it off, I’m not going to be on the Olympic team. There’s no way.
    But I can’t help myself.
    I feel like some kind of animal trapped in a spider’s web.
    She’s pulling me closer and closer with her invisible strings, like I’m a marionette .
    Suddenly, she pulls away, moving her body away from me. Instantly, I feel a strong aching. I want to be closer to her. I need to be next to her body again. She feels like a drug that I need to take to