The Player | SPORTS ROMANCE | 18+

Chapter 27

TITUS REYES

It felt like I broke more of a sweat slaving away in the kitchen than on the football field, but I wouldn't dare admit that to my teammates. I could only imagine the amount of trash talk I would have to put up with if they ever heard me admit that.

Though all in all, dinner was done, and I had just enough time before Salvadora and Arturo joined me for dinner.

"For a moment there, I thought you were going to stand me up." I chuckled as I opened the door fifteen minutes past seven, my eyes appreciatively raking over the long-sleeved knitted jumper dress she wore this evening. It hugged her feminine curves in the most sensual of ways and stopped an inch above mid-thigh. We had just crept into autumn, so it wasn't entirely chilly yet, so her legs were bare, immediately demanding my attention.

Salvadora cleared her throat loudly and my eyes snapped up to hers. The way she was clearly fighting off a smile both relieved me and made me grin.

"You look beautiful tonight, Sal." I exhaled, having a hard time keeping my eyes above her shoulders. Though the sight above her shoulders was also very beautiful. Her long dark hair was slicked back into a tight bun, only drawing attention to her plump lips, sharp jaw, and elegant neck I wished I could bury my face in right now where her sweet, vanilla scent I knew was the strongest.

"Platonic, remember?" She reminded me, but the flush that spread over her cheeks didn't exactly work in her favour.

"I'm platonically telling my friends that she looks beautiful."

"Doesn't seem very platonic to me." Salvadora snorted, but she wasn't able to keep the smile off her face this time.

"Coach!" Arturo demanded my attention, though there was no way I would ever forget about him.

"Don't worry, kid. I haven't forgotten about you. You look beautiful, too."

"Not beautiful. Handsome." He snorted and made a show of tugging on the crisp white shirt he was wearing. It was paired in a pair of dark jeans and sneakers, and I couldn't help but think how absolutely adorable he looked.

"Sorry, kid." I apologised with a grin, highly amused. "You look handsome. You sure do know how to clean up nicely."

"Thanks, coach." He beamed at me, sending a warm flutter off in my stomach.

I couldn't wait for the day he would call me dad, or papa, but we needed to break the news to him first.

One day at a time, player, I reminded myself. One day at a time.

"Thanks for agreeing to dinner once again." I said as I ushered them both into the house. "You don't know how much this means to me."

Salvadora offered me a small smile, and I was so grateful that she was giving this a shot. If she wanted, she could have very easily kept me out of her and our son's life, and there was nothing I could do about it. My brother made sure of that.

"I think I might." She murmured and kicked off her boots by the door, making sure Arturo did the same. "You have to take your shoes off, baby. I was down on my knees sanding this floor myself. Can't have you getting it all dirty with your sneakers."

A quiet groan escaped me as my cock stirred at the mental imagine she painted in my mind. Salvadora down on her knees, bent over with her ass up in the air, working hard and putting her elbow grease into it.

Great! I would never be able to look at me new floors without thinking of her in that position.

I was lucky enough to know that it was one of her favourite positions.