Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) by KB Winters Read Free Book Online

came to drop off our fresh drinks and Claire let her eyes rove freely up his exposed forearms and then gave me a pointed look as he swept up the empty glasses. When he was gone, a peal of laughter burst out from my lips. “You’re so not smooth, Claire!”
    She laughed. “Did you see his forearms? I bet he paints. Or sculpts. Ooh, maybe he’s a ball player. Don’t you think?”
    “I’m not going to ruin your imaginary porno in the making, so I’ll just stay quiet.”
    We enjoyed the rest of our dinner together, and when we were finally finished, I paid the tab and left Claire with the waiter. I figured he’d end up being her dessert.
    I, on the other hand, went home with a doggy bag—and no chance for doggy style .
    Which was fine…except that the conversation with Claire had me thinking about Trey too much, and my dirty mind was all too eager to explore the possibilities if I’d given in to his flirtations. As much as it pained me to admit it…Trey was gorgeous. The kind of movie star perfection that I’d always thought was makeup, Photoshop, and perfect lighting. And on top of that, the heat and confidence radiating off of him made it hard to think straight. He was distracting enough among a crowd of other reporters. I couldn’t imagine what it’d be like if we were ever alone in a room together.
    Well, okay, I could imagine it.
    That was the problem.
    By the time I got back to my condo, I was in desperate need of an ice cold shower.
    * * * *
    The following morning, I raced into work, arriving twenty minutes early, and spent at least ten minutes stalking up and down the hallway outside Mr. Jones’ office while he wrapped up a conference call with the station’s managers. The day before, after reviewing my brief interview with Trey, he’d told me he’d be making some calls to put together a plan to get the exclusive interview and I was eager to hear what his plan was. The sooner I got the interview out of my way, the sooner I could get back on track to the reporting career of my dreams.
    However, as I paced, I became increasingly nervous. What if he couldn’t find a way in? What if Trey refused to do an exclusive with me, or any other reporters? What if he changed his mind about the assignment altogether and gave it to someone else on staff?
    By the time Mr. Jones finally came to the door to let me in, my heart had accelerated to a violent pounding against my ribs.
    “Good morning, Josie.” He waved me into his office, and I quickly took a seat and anchored my feet in place to keep from clacking my heels against the floor.
    “Morning.”
    He took his seat behind his desk and I noted how much clutter was piled on the top. “As you know, I just got off the phone with the powers that be. I told them about our plan, and they agreed that Trey Delgado is going to be what the station needs to get back on track.”
    I grinned, relief coursing through me. “That’s great!”
    “They liked your piece, apparently the cowgirl getup was a big hit,” he flicked his eyes to the ceiling and my cheeks warmed.
    “Well, I wasn’t planning to repeat that look…” I mumbled.
    “In any case, they think you and Trey would make a pretty pair, and if you can work some of that fiery banter into the exclusive, we’ll have a hit!”
    “They said that?” I was floored. The top managers at the station hadn’t known me from a stranger two days ago. Now they were ready to entrust me with a groundbreaking interview?
    He nodded. “So, here’s the deal. The Warriors are going on a ten day stretch on the road. Rumor has it Delgado will play his first game as a Warrior on this trip. We want you to follow the team, going city to city, and see if you can wiggle your way in to an interview.”
    Reality screeched to halt like a car wreck. “Wait—what?”
    He gave me a blank stare, obviously not seeing the problem.
    “Mr. Jones, you can’t be serious! Ten days?”
    “Yes. Ten days. We’ve already got your plane tickets