In the End Zone: A Sports Romance Read Online Free Page A

Let’s get these
interviews done and ready to go out in a month.”
    Morgan stood and nodded. Dryer wandered off, ready to head to
another meeting about merchandising, and Morgan dragged her bag and computer
back to her desk. She threw herself onto her chair and swiveled around, turning
away from the rest of the office. What should have been the happiest day of her
life, getting the job of her dreams, was now turning into one of the most
nerve-wracking. She took a deep breath and gathered her things. She left a note
on her desk saying, “Out to lunch” and headed to the elevator.
    She stepped on and tried to clear her head as soon as the doors
closed. She sank against the back wall and took a few deep breaths, letting
herself smile over the elation of getting the job. “So what if I have to deal
with Brent Larson,” she said to herself, “I’ll just keep professional and then
stay away from him.”
    The doors opened suddenly at the fifth floor and Morgan stood up
straight. She looked up to see who was getting on, and when she saw the
beautiful face of the running back who wore the number 93 jersey, she suddenly
found it a struggle to breathe.
    Brent Larson stepped onto the elevator and when he saw Morgan
standing there alone, he grinned at her and winked. The simple gesture sent
Morgan’s hard fluttering fast and her body seemed to swell with him being so
close to her. What is wrong with me, Morgan thought wildly.
    He moved just past her to press the button on the elevator for
the training field. Morgan went dizzy when she inhaled the scent of his
cologne.
    The elevator doors closed slowly, closing them in together,
alone, and Brent moved to stand next to Morgan. She looked him up and down and
admired his dark brown suit paired with a salmon colored button up shirt. His
dark shaggy hair was combed back and out of his eyes, but the little bit of
stubble that dotted his cheeks gave him an unkempt look that did not pair with
the rest of him.
    Brent looked over at Morgan and she tried desperately to ignore
the salacious grin that he gave when he looked at her. “It’s good to see you
looking so fine, Ms. Morgan,” he said, his voice deep and husky and a little
bit jolly.
    “It’s good to see you wearing clothes, Mr. Larson,” Morgan said,
unable to stop herself. Her voice was acidic, but it was only because she was
so desperate to steel herself against him.
    Brent’s laughter echoed in the elevator as the pair sank slowly
down the center of the building. “I suppose so,” he said. When Morgan looked
over at him, his blue eyes twinkled gaily at her.
    Morgan suppressed a smile. Brent’s laughter was contagious, but
she dared not give in to him. She knew men like him, men who were aware of
their charm and virtue and used it every time they could. No, Morgan would
fight against him. He was bad for her, she knew it.
    “I’ve been hoping to run into you again,” Brent said, leaning
over to touch his shoulder to Morgan’s. His body was hard and warm, and when
they touched, Morgan could feel her skin swell and ache for him. She squeezed
her thighs together tightly, refusing to give in to her desire for him.
    Morgan said nothing. She looked ahead and watched the numbers in
the elevator slowly tick down. 4… 3… 2… Finally, the doors opened and Morgan
stepped off and into the lobby. She looked back at Brent, who had been staring
at her as she walked away, and she offered a wry smile. “Don’t worry, Mr. Larson,
I will be by to interview you in the next week.”
    Brent just smiled and leaned back. “I’ll be waiting,” he said,
“And if I don’t see you before then, I’ll be up to the seventh floor to see you
first.”
    The silver elevator doors closed and Brent disappeared from
sight. Morgan stood still, her mouth slightly open as she fought to stop the
hot desire that was bubbled up in her. It had taken every bit of self-control
that she had in her body to keep her from jumping on Brent, taking his mouth