Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Chelsea

“I must say you've lightened the work load significantly,” Doctor Stuart said. “These physicals would have taken much longer without you. Just our bad luck losing two of our staff right before the season started.” He rubbed at his temples.

“I'm happy to be here,” I said cheerfully. “Whatever you throw at me, I'll be happy to catch it.”

He sighed. “If it wasn't against the rules, I'd insist they hire you now. You've been a breath of fresh air around here, and continuing placement seems like a monumental waste of time.”

“If it wasn't against the rules, I'd let them hire me,” I said with a grin. I tempered my enthusiasm a little and asked, “What do you think my chances are of being able to work here when my placement is finished?”

“If it was up to me, two hundred percent,” he said. “All I can do is put in my recommendation and hope management agrees. I don't want to toot my horn too loudly, but my recommendation holds some weight. It should, after all these years.”

He handed me a clipboard and gestured to the treatment room. “If you can do the last three, that would be perfect. I'll be downstairs observing a couple of injured players and assessing their recovery. No doubt they'll be eager to get a clean bill of health.”

“I'm sure they will,” I replied. I could just imagine how restless they'd get, having to take things easy for a while. Personally, I'd be climbing the walls.

He nodded as he slipped out of the room, leaving me to look down at the clipboard.

I grimaced to myself.

“Hey…” Dallas froze in the doorway.

“Hey, yourself,” I said as though I hadn't just surprised the hell out of him. “Come on in.”

“What are you doing here?” He didn't move. His eyes were wide, and his pants immediately tented. He blinked a couple of times, as if trying to see if I was real.

“I'm here to give you your physical,” I said. “To assess your fitness to play this season.”

Before he thought I meant the other kind of physical.

He shook his head. “I don't get it. You're a…” He pressed his lips together.

“Whore?” I suggested with venomous sweetness. I thought we got past that the previous night, but evidently we hadn't.

“Yes,” he said without thinking. “I mean—” He gaped like his jaw had springs. “I didn't mean… I meant…” He ran a hand over the back of his head.

“I know what you meant,” I said coldly. “Storm paid me to fuck you and I did. But I'm here as a medical professional. Don't worry, I'm fully qualified. I'm guessing he and Frost didn't tell you who I was.”

“They knew?” That seemed to hit him like a punch to the face.

“Yes, they knew,” I said.

“Why didn't you say something?” His face turned pink, eyes now flashing with annoyance, bordering on barely contained rage. “Did you think I wouldn't find out?”

“I don't owe you any explanation,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “What I do at Flirts and what I do here are separate. Just like if you played football during the day and flipped burgers at night. That would be no one's business.”

He stepped towards me, hands curled into fists so tight his knuckles were white. “It's my business if the whore who was paid to fuck me turns up at my place of work.”

He took a moment to let his own words sink in, and the colour drained from his face.

“Is that what this is about? What do you really want? If the team finds out, I'm done.” He looked like he might wrap his hands around my throat and strangle me to keep me from saying a word.

“Unless you're planning to tell them, they won't know. Like I said, my two jobs are separate. At least, they were. I put in my resignation last night. I'm hoping the team will hire me full-time in a couple of weeks. Are you going to have a problem with that?”

He could decide to make things difficult for me. He seemed volatile at the best of times. Did he regret what we did last night, after all? At the time, he seemed to enjoy himself.

He slumped against the wall, leaning his weight on his shoulder, and shook his head, his mouth open. “Nothing about this makes sense. You're not supposed to be here.”

“I'm not?” I picked up the lanyard that lay around my neck and held out the identification card. “This says otherwise.”

He was starting to make me nervous. He could run out the door, straight to management, and get me booted out. Of course, they'd want to know how he knew what I did, but he could make up anything. He was one of the team's star players, whatever he told them, they'd listen.

“Why here?” he asked. “Why me? What do you really want?”

“I just want to do my job,” I said, trying to contain my frustration. “My medical job. As for why you, it's just my job.”

His head jerked back like I'd hit him. “Just your job,” he whispered. “Fucking me was just your job.”

I decided not to address that out loud. There was more to last night than that. I'd enjoyed screwing him.

I reminded myself if it wasn't him, it would have been someone else.

“Why did Storm pay you to be with me?” His brow creased deeply, showing grooves across his forehead.

“You'd have to ask him that,” I said. “I guess he was being nice.” And he was trying to choose who I fucked. Not to mention he seemed to enjoy watching. For him, it was all about control. It turned him on to have control over me. It turned me on to let him.

“He knew how much I wanted you,” Dallas whispered. “You're all I can think about. I haven't been sleeping, I can hardly eat.”

“Is this where you say that wouldn't have been the case if you knew I'd turn up here?” I asked. “Because everything that happened at Flirts was only supposed to be a fantasy?”

In the minds of some men, women like me weren't supposed to exist in the real world. We were there for them to get off, then we disappeared into the backs of their minds. We weren't of the same world as their wives, girlfriends, or daughters.

Except that we were.

He closed his eyes tight. “Women like you don't give a shit about guys like me.”

“Who hurt you?” I asked without thinking. Was that too blunt? Possibly, but the words were out and I couldn't take them back.

“Ex-girlfriend,” he said without opening his eyes. “She cheated. Walked in on them together.”

“And since then, you're sure of…what? That women just want to use you?”

He opened his eyes and shrugged one shoulder. “Most of them only give a shit because I play for the Smashers. They only want what they can get from me, then they fuck off. You're not any different.”

I grimaced. “Ouch. Believe it or not, I don't want anything from you. I don't need you in order to raise my social media profile. I don't need your money. At least, I won't when I get my job here. I don't even need you to like me. What I do need is for you to step into the treatment room so we can start your physical.”

“Did you hate it?” he asked.

“Hate what?” I pushed a few stray strands of hair off my face and tried to contain my irritation at his stubbornness. Doctor Stuart wasn't going to be impressed if he got back and I wasn't finished. Not to mention that another player would be along soon.

If there was anything in the world I didn't like, it was wasting time.

“Fucking me,” he insisted. “You only did it because you got paid. Otherwise you wouldn't have. Why would you fuck anyone for money?”

“Because I don't hate it,” I said as evenly as I could. “I like sex, and I like eating.”

He looked confused.

“In order to eat, I need money,” I said. “I guess you could say I like sex and I like money. And I liked having sex with you. I've never faked my enjoyment, and I never will.”

“You really came around my cock?” He still looked disbelieving.

“All three of those orgasms were real,” I said. “And very much appreciated, thank you.”

“What about Storm and Frost?” He glanced toward the door, as if he suddenly remembered where we were.

“They gave me orgasms too,” I said. “Well, Storm did, the other morning, but Frost got me started the night before. So that counts. If you're wondering if I liked being with them too, I did. Believe it or not, I can have sex without being paid.”

The bulge in his pants visibly increased, straining the seams. “You're really not working there any more?”

“Unless working here falls through, then no,” I said. “I'm not working there anymore.”

“No more taking your clothes off for strangers?” he asked.

I cocked my head and smiled. “I wouldn't rule that out, but not in that environment. Not in this one either, before you make any suggestions. I don't think the team would look very favourably upon me for stripping in here when I'm supposed to be doing physicals.”

“There's no one here but us,” he pointed out. He pushed himself off the wall and stepped towards me. “No one would know.”

“We have a limited amount of time for your physical,” I said. “Someone will walk in sooner or later. One of your teammates, or maybe one of the coaches.”

“Then we better hurry.” He took my hand and pulled me into the treatment room. With a firm click, he closed the door behind us.

“We can't do this here,” I protested, but an edge of excitement started to creep through me.

“Yes, we can.” He grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them to the wall above my head. “You're not being paid for this. Prove to me you wanted me.”

“Dallas—” I started.

“Shhh, prove you weren't lying. Prove you weren't faking it.” He tugged down the front of my blouse and the cup of my bra and leaned down to fasten his lips around my nipple.

“We really shouldn't,” I protested one more time. But then my hands were working the front of his pants, pulling them down so I could wrap my hands around his cock.

“Yes, we should,” he whispered. “I need you, Chelsea. I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to come inside you.”

He let go of my wrists, turned me around and bent me over the treatment table. He pushed up my skirt, and pushed down my panties. They slipped down my legs and onto the floor before I kicked them off.

I barely had time to take another breath before he was parting my legs and notching his cock at my entrance.

“I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to,” he said with a groan. He pushed all the way into me, his bare cock sliding to the hilt. “You make me lose control. All I want to do is be inside you. Fucking you is all I can think about.” He sounded like an addict, desperate to fulfil his need.

He pounded into me quickly, frantically, like the first time we fucked the night before. Like if he didn't thrust as hard as he could, he might lose his mind.

I reached down to rub my clit while he rammed into me, grunting like a wild animal.

“I'm going to come,” he panted. “I'm going to come inside you.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes please.” I rubbed harder, close as well. “Come with me.”

He moaned and came at the same time I did, muscles contracting, bodies slick against each other.

I felt the warmth of his cum spill inside me as I was enveloped in a universe of bliss.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Your pussy is fucking everything. Fucking mine.”

We both sagged over the table, puffing and panting.

“We really should do this physical,” I said when I finally caught my breath.

“I think we just did,” he said.

I snorted a laugh. “Okay, but let's do the proper kind now.”

Reluctantly, he slid out of me and pulled his pants back up. “If you're going to work here, you're going to need to get used to this. Whenever I need a fuck, I'm going to come to you and take one. You'll have your own office then. We can go in there.”

“If I have the time,” I said.

He fixed me with a firm look. “You'll make time.” He sat on the treatment table like I didn't have his cum trickling down my thighs, and offered me his arm to check his blood pressure.