The Player | SPORTS ROMANCE | 18+

Chapter 30

TITUS REYES

When Salvadora called me yesterday, asking me to babysit, I practically jumped with joy. Actually, as soon as the call ended, I did jump with joy. Then I was a little sad that she called it babysitting instead of just looking after my son, but I went back to jumping with joy. You win some, you lose some.

It was childish and I would be embarrassed if anyone knew about it, but it was a natural reaction.

The thought of being able to not only spend some quality time with my son, but also alone, excited me more than I could explain. While it would have been nice for Salvadora to be here as well, and not just because I could try putting the moves on her again, this could turn out to be very beneficial in mine and Arturo's relationship.

"Coach T!" Arturo called out as he came running toward me, a baseball bat in tow. "Mama said that if you were okay with it, I could practice my batting. Is that okay, Coach? Is it?"

"It sure is, Arty." I chuckled and reached down to ruffle his hair.

The little man was faster as he ducked underneath my hand and rushed into the house, leaving me looking stupid by the door.

Yep. Definitely my kid.

"Just don't let him practice his batting in the house because he will break something." Salvadora chuckled as she stopped in front of me, trying to peer around to see where Arturo had run off to.

Perhaps it was wrong of me, but I took advantage of the moment to appreciate how beautiful she looked today. Salvadora always looked beautiful, but she was more dressed up than usual today.

The outfit was simple and consisted of a pale pink blouse and straight-legged black dress pants which sinched her waist in the most delicious way. I couldn't wait for her to turn around because I could only imagine how much plumper and juicier her ass would look. Her hair was styled in loose waves and fell short an inch or two above her waist, framing her face beautifully.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked in a bid to spend some time with her before she had to leave. "Do you want a coffee? Or anything else to drink?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I have somewhere to be."

Salvadora flashed me a small smile, and I had to clear my throat and look away when my jeans started to feel uncomfortably tight around the crotch.

"Thanks for agreeing to babysit."

My nostrils flared, but I wasn't angry. "It's not babysitting since he's my own kid."

"I guess you're right." She shot me another smile, and I groaned internally.

Why the fuck did she have to look so hot all the damn time? And why couldn't my body control itself around her?

"Where are you going so dressed up?" I asked before she could turn to leave.

"Just...somewhere." She answered, hesitant.

"Seems like a nice somewhere." I noted, my eyes drifting back to what she was wearing.

I couldn't imagine construction workers dressing this well, even if she was in management, and it seemed too professional to be going out with her friends. So, where was she going?

"That's what I've been told." She murmured with a small smile. "Anyway, I plan to be back by nine. Ten at the absolute latest. He's normally asleep by then so if he does fall asleep, feel free to just put him on the sofa or something with a blanket until I get here."

There was no way I was putting my son to sleep on the sofa when I had five perfectly good ones upstairs, but I didn't say that aloud. She would just have to see that for herself when she returned from her...somewhere nice.