In the End Zone: A Sports Romance Read Online Free

“Was this your best work?”
    Morgan was confused. Was this a trick question? She decided it
best to answer honestly. “Yes. I did my absolute best.”
    A smile broke across Dryer’s face, giving his blue eyes a
crinkle. “Well done,” he said, leaning back, “And just think of what you could
accomplish with a full production crew helping you.”
    Morgan’s heart jumped. Was this it? Did she prove herself?
    Dryer stood and the others in the room followed suit. But his
eyes were only for Morgan. “Congratulations, McMinn. I think that presentation
just earned a permanent position here. You should be incredibly proud.”
    Morgan jumped up from her chair and screamed with delight before
jumping at Dryer and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you,
THANK YOU!” she cried out as she squeezed his neck.
    “You earned it, kid,” Dryer said as Morgan jumped off of him,
“Now that you have the position, it’s time to get to work.”
    “Oh,” Morgan said, straightening her clothes and smoothing down
her hair with her palms, “Of course.” She fought to compose herself, knowing
that she and her friends would head out and celebrate that night.
    The other members of the department shared in congratulations
for Morgan before filing out of the meeting area. Dryer sat back down and
Morgan reached for her bag. She pulled out her laptop and sat ready for her
next assignment.
    “So, I like what you did with Coach Boss’s piece, but I think
that we need some live shots of the players for the rest of them. Maybe do some
video interviews?”
    Morgan nodded as she typed away, jotting notes on every idea
that Dryer suggested. Her euphoria had not yet waned. She thought that if she
tried hard enough, she could dance on the ceiling out of sheer happiness.
    Dryer kept on. “I loved the tag line, so let's keep that. And
the old school shots of Coach were really great. I am sure that the players
have baby photos around here somewhere that we can include in theirs. High
school shots, stuff like that.”
    “That’s a great idea,” Morgan said as her brow furrowed, trying
desperately to keep her typing going as fast as Dryer’s mouth was moving. I need to get a personal voice recorder, she thought desperately.
    “So, next, I think we need to go to the players themselves. Make
sure that you talk to the quarterback, Sam. He’s out number one. And there’s
the center and the kicker… Oh! And do not forget to grab an interview with
Brent Larson! He’s our star.”
    At the very mention of Brent Larson’s name, Morgan felt as
though she was falling. She had tried so very hard to push the beautiful
football player from her mind, but she often found herself daydreaming about
him, looking him up online, or glancing around the building for a glimpse of
him. But in all her three weeks with the Caimans, she had not laid eyes on him
since coming across his naked, glistening form in the locker room. Morgan was
sure that her face was glowing a bright pink at the thought of Larson, for she
could not push away the blush that rose up on her cheeks. But Dryer did not
notice.
    “Have you heard about the record?, ”
Dryer said, speaking of Larson, “He’s tied in the country for most touchdowns
made in a season. Only Erik Levitt from the Blue Kraits can come close to
beating his record. So, we need a really great spotlight interview of him.”
    Morgan nodded and her mind whirled. How was she to interview him
and see him again? Would she be picturing him naked the whole time, or would
she get lost in his beautiful face and sparkling ocean eyes? Would she even be
able to think straight with his rippling muscles so close to her body? Morgan
wondered if she could even ask him questions. Her body wanted his from the very
moment that she laid eyes on him all those weeks ago. Could she stay
professional?
    Dryer stood and it brought Morgan rushing back to the present.
“We only have a few more weeks until the start of the season.