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

booked and your hotel accommodations are lined up, so you’ll be as close to the team as possible.”
    “And…when is this happening?”
    “You’ll fly out tomorrow morning.”
    My jaw dropped open, a loss for words.
    He gave an irritatingly calm shrug. “This is the job, Josie. If you don’t want it, that’s your choice. I’ve got seven other reporters who’d love to do it. It’s your call—but you can’t have it both ways.”
    I remembered Danny’s pearls of wisdom from the day of the original interview. He warned me that I was being tested. My degree and honor cord weren’t enough to carry my ass in the real world. I needed to put in my time doing the grunt work and earn my way up from there.
    I grit my teeth together, resisting the urge to continue pleading my case. Mr. Jones wasn’t going to change his mind.
    “So, Jo, what do you say? You ready to take those God-awful boots on the road?”
    I found myself nodding, even smiling, before rising from my seat and stalking out of his office. “Sure.”
    When I got back to my desk, my inbox held the boarding information for my flight to the first stop on the trip, Denver.
    “Great…just great…” I growled to myself, hitting the print key so hard the keyboard creaked.

Chapter Seven
    Josie
    After leaving my meeting with Mr. Jones, I’d gone home to pack and console myself by pretending the ten-day trip was something of a mini-vacation. I’d be put up in hotels, have all my meals paid for by the station, and when I wasn’t on duty as a reporter, I could take a few hours to explore the cities I was staying in.
    Apparently Mr. Jones wasn’t kidding about the budget restraints bound around the station. At least if the state of my hotel room was any indicator. It wasn’t dumpy , per se, but it wasn’t all that I’d imagined either. For whatever reason, traveling in an official capacity for a large news station looked a lot more glamourous in my head. The visions of first class flights and fancy hotel rooms were quickly shattered.
    When I pushed through the door of my hotel room in Denver, I was reminded just how low on the totem pole I actually was.
    “A-listing it all the way, huh, Jo?” I mumbled before throwing my suitcase onto the bed. I hadn’t packed much, but I hadn’t managed to stuff ten days’ worth of outfits into a carry-on bag. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to wrangle Trey into giving me an exclusive during the road trip, or if I would just be another face in the crowd the entire time, but either way—I wasn’t going to be caught in cut offs and cowboy boots again.
    As soon as I checked out the room, I shucked out of my leggings, oversize tee-shirt dress, and ballet flats and hit the shower. I wanted the creepy airplane air off of my skin as soon as possible. When I got out, I toweled off and then wrapped my wet hair in the thin towel and threw on my navy blue cotton robe. After a day of travel, I had no intention of going anywhere. I was more than happy to settle into bed, order room service, and watch something on the station’s dime. It was the least they could do.
    Really.
    However, after twenty minutes of rummaging through the brochures and room information, I discovered the hotel didn’t have a restaurant, and therefore, did not offer room service. I growled and tore my robe off, tossed it onto the back of a chair and tugged on a pair of jeans, not even bothering to find a clean pair of panties, and then threw on a sports tank top with a built in bra, and an off the shoulder blouse after that. My hair was slightly dried after being bound up in the towel, but it was still damp and fell in wet ringlets. The cold ends tickled my bare shoulders, so I threw it up in a loose ponytail before heading out of my room.
    I remembered seeing a fast food joint half a block away and although it was far from ideal, it would be more satisfying than the last crumbs of airplane pretzels that my body was clinging to from the afternoon flight.