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Blake Evans is king of the tennis court at Westbridge University...and he's also a prick, a womanizer, a player, and an asshole. He's touted as one of the next stars of tennis, building hype and excitement around the program with every win...
The tennis courts were alive with the sound of bouncing balls and chatter as the team gathered around the coach. Brooke found herself standing near the back, barely listening as the coach began to address the group. His voice was firm and authoritative, but it barely registered in her mind. Instead, her gaze kept drifting over to Dominic, who stood across from her, stretching his muscular arms above his head.
Dominic had always been tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly athletic. But today, Brooke couldn't take her eyes off him. His shirt clung to his body in all the right places, highlighting the strength in his chest and the definition in his arms. She didn't even think about how they'd been best friends since childhood, how they used to spend hours together talking about everything and nothing. All she could focus on was how undeniably hot he was, how every move he made seemed to draw her attention like a magnet. He'd cut his hair, and it was cleaner, fine, rugged. His simple presence made her skin scrawl.
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As the coach droned on about the importance of focus and teamwork, Brooke's mind wandered further into a haze of fantasies. She imagined what it would be like to run her hands over Dominic's chest, to feel the warmth of his skin under her fingertips. She pictured him pulling her close, his strong arms wrapped around her waist, his breath hot against her neck. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, and she had to bite her lip to keep from sighing out loud.
The coach's voice suddenly grew sharper, snapping Brooke back to the present, if only for a moment. "This is the last week before our Spring retreat," he said, his tone serious. "The retreat is your chance to bond as a team, but I expect focus and hard work from all of you leading up to it. There will be no distractions, no excuses. I want to see your best on the court this week."
Brooke nodded absentmindedly, but her thoughts had already drifted back to Dominic. The idea of spending a weekend in the mountains with him, unsupervised and away from the pressures of school and the prying eyes of the outside world, was almost too much to handle. The coach might be expecting focus from the team, but as far as Brooke was concerned, her focus was going to be entirely on Dominic. She was already imagining the possibilities—long, quiet nights by the campfire, the two of them slipping away from the group for some privacy, and the chance to finally act on the desires that were now consuming her.
As the meeting wrapped up and the team began to disperse, Brooke couldn't help but steal one last glance at Dominic, her mind buzzing with anticipation. The retreat was coming, and Brooke knew exactly what—or rather, who—she was going to be focusing on.
Blake, with all his intensity and single-minded focus on winning, was nowhere to be found today. Instead, it was Brooke—light, playful, and fully present—who took to the court, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she sauntered over to join Savannah.
Savannah raised an eyebrow as Brooke casually twirled her racket, her movements more akin to someone about to flirt than to a player getting ready to practice. "You sure you're ready for this?" Savannah teased, a knowing grin on her face.
