Page 14 of Turn Me On

I straighten my spine. “Yes?”

“When will I see you again?” he demands. “And what’s next exactly?”

Normally, I’d spend a day with the client, learning who they are so I could nail the best deal for them. But Zane and I hanging out together for a day? In a town car? Just us?

That would be a huge mistake.

I’m tempted to conduct this relationship from a safe distance over phone, text, and video calls.

Hey, let’s spend a day zooming.

But my business acumen tells me to treat him the same as any other client. Stars like a personal touch. They like attention. They deserve it. Zane might not yet be one of the best-known ballplayers, but in time, with my guidance and with his bat, I’ve no doubt he’ll be tops. All I need is a day to learn what makes him tick.

I flip through my mental calendar. I’ve memorized his schedule. At the beginning of next month, he’ll be in my town, on my turf. I can be in control as I get to know him better. We can spend some time together during the day before his game that night. We can’t get into any trouble while the sun is up.

“Two weeks from now, you’ve got a series against the Los Angeles Bandits. What are you doing on that Tuesday before your game?” I ask.

The look in his eyes says he’ll be taking me apart in my bed.

But the words that come out of his mouth are, “Doing everything I can to resist kissing the fuck out of you again.”

Zane and Maddox’s sexy-as-sin love story continues in TURN ME ON. Turn the page to enjoy!

TURN ME ON

A STANDALONE ROMANCE

1

VERY BIG THINGS

Maddox

It’s been two weeks since I broke every ruleand, for the first time in my career, kissed a client.

The first and the last time.

I repeat that reminder as I shower on Tuesday morning, then again as I turn off the scalding-hot shower, dry myself, and wrap a towel around my waist.

I’m all focus, too, as I shave, the door open to cool the sauna of a room. While I slide the blade along my jaw, I review the day’s plan. I’ll head to the main drag in Venice Beach, claim a table at Edge & Plow, and wait for Zane’s town car to arrive.

“Ugh, Edge & Plow is so faux trendy,” I mutter as I flick stubble and shaving cream into the sink.

I’ll come up with a better spot. Text him a new location.

Wait. Nope. That looks noncommittal.

Trendy it is.

Besides, today’s agenda is to learn more about the client. Whether he likes faux trendy or not will be useful intel.

As I finish shaving, footsteps pad down the hallway and stop at the door. Bryan stands outside the bathroom, barefoot, as per my house rules, eating a banana. “Question—why the fuck do you shaveafteryou shower?”

I roll my eyes. “Question—why do you care when I shave?”

“Someone has to look out for you, man. Keep you mildly dateable,” he says, then takes another bite of fruit.

“And you’ve volunteered?” I splash hot water on my face and pat it dry.