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are you going through all of this trouble?”
    “I’d hardly call you trouble.” That wasn’t true. She made him do things he’d never imagined doing for sex. She was a hell of a lot of trouble, and that fired him up. Once he caught her in his trap, she wouldn’t be going anywhere and that was worth all of it.
    “You don’t know me that well.” She grinned. “There’s more than meets the eye.”
    “From where I’m standing...” His gaze traveled her slender form, taking in every luscious inch of her, right down to her glitter-covered toenails that sparkled as they peeked out of her ‘please fuck me’ heels. “...everything looks delectable. If you’re telling me there’s more, I can’t wait to find out what else you have for me.”
    “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She shot him a kissable little smirk. That one look went straight to his dick, reminding him just how much influence she had over him.
    Trouble...definitely trouble.

Chapter 5
     
    Dinner was more interesting than Rosalie thought it would be. She hadn’t expected to have such stimulating conversations with Holt. Not that she thought he wasn’t capable of intellect, but until tonight, all he ever tried to do was put his hand in her panties. She’d been resisting him at every turn, but now she saw him in a completely different light.
    Unexpected.
    “Would you like dessert?” he asked.
    “I can’t eat anything else.”
    “How about another martini?”
    “I’ve already had two. I shouldn’t.” Her head buzzed all through dinner. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the nervous energy that had been coursing through her all day while she waited for this date. “If you want to have another beer though...”
    “I’m good.” He reached across the table and took her hand. “I have to be in the locker room by nine tomorrow morning. We have a team meeting, and then we have to warm up before the noon game.”
    “I watched you pitch last night.” She wouldn’t be attending every away game, but when Sage showed her the schedule, Rosalie strategically chose as many games as she could when Holt was starting. “Did you always want to be a pitcher?”
    “Not until my junior year of high school.” He traced his fingertip over her knuckles as he stared into her eyes. “I was a center fielder, and I was happy with that. I love catching fly balls.”
    “So what happened?”
    She couldn’t stop stealing glances of his strong, prominent jaw and the dusting of stubble that covered his chin. She’d never seen him in anything but jeans or baseball attire, but tonight he wore a sleek black suit, black dress shirt, and a matching tie with shards of silver—her favorite color—swirling through it. He looked like a cover model for one of those high-end magazines. He cleaned up real nice.
    “The pitcher blew out his arm in the middle of a crucial game and his relief had the flu, so the coach was desperate and threw me in. I had done it some during little league, but it wasn’t my thing.”
    “Seriously? You’re the best pitcher in the league.”
    “Funny how that worked out, huh?”
    She liked the sound of his throaty laugh. He wasn’t being cocky. There was a modesty in his eyes. A quietness she noticed when he had to talk about himself. Sage said when she interviewed him, he never offered more than he had to. He was reserved and possessed a respect for the other players both on and off his team.
    “What about you, Ms. Yale? What are your plans?”
    “I don’t have any.”
    “You’re just going to hang that fancy degree on the wall?” He trailed his fingers to her wrist, sending a shiver along her back when he brushed his hand across her skin. “Live off your trust fund?”
    “That’s not my plan.” At least she hoped it wasn’t. “I just graduated a few weeks ago. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with giving myself a couple of months to figure things out.” She had worked hard on her education. She graduated with