#1 In the Company of a Stranger (A fanfic-complete)

Sexy Intellect

As the preseason gets underway, OBJ has been spotted in Miami on vacation this weekend with his lady love, Cassandra Williams.  While the fans are rooting for this new couple, shouldn't all of his focus be on returning to the field from his injury? Is this new relationship becoming too much of a distraction?  

Odell woke up Sunday morning in a bad mood.  This Miami trip had been nothing but a trial of his patience.  He wanted to impress Cassandra.  He was supposed to be showing her a deeper more intelligent side to himself.  But so far, he felt like a complete moron.

Granted, disguising his true intentions in a trip to Miami was not exactly smart in itself, but he planned to take her to the animal sanctuary that Saturday morning and have Mike do his thing while he acted interested and asked a bunch of knowledgeable questions.  That bombed.  Who knew a guy who spent all of his time with reptiles actually knew how to charm a woman?

After the animal sanctuary, Odell planned to take her to an art gallery owned by another close friend, so she could watch him pick out art for his home.  And then later to the natural history museum where he had studied up on some smart shit to show he knew something other than just how to run and catch a ball.  How cultured was that?? But then Ben's dumbass opened up his big mouth about going to the beach.  And Cassandra really wanted to go to the beach.  Not to mention... who comes to Miami and doesn't go to the beach?  But how the hell was Odell supposed to look deep and intellectual on the fucking beach?

So they ended up going to the beach. 

And he spent most of the afternoon talking to the random thirstys who Ben and TJ were busy collecting and inviting to their private section. By the time they got to the club appearance, where he was surrounded by even more annoyingly aggressive women, he was absolutely certain Cassandra thought he was a douchebag.  And then she started avoiding him.

He ended up texting Dez halfway through the night to see if she was still in Miami. His ego badly needed first aid cause it had surely taken a hit that day. And if Dez knew nothing else, she did know how to stroke his ego... as well as other parts of his body.

Now he woke up to his alarm clock blaring next to his head, with Dez practically on top of him again.  He groaned. How does anyone manage to sleep like this?  Only reason she got her way last night was because he was so damn drunk.

"Hey Dez."  He shook her, gently removing her from his chest.  "I gotta go.  I got a flight to catch."

"You ain't gonna take me home Dell?" She licked her lips before opening her gray eyes.  "We could join the mile high club... again."

"Uhhh..." Odell quickly got up and slipped on his basketball shorts.  He was not trying to fuck Dez with Cas just five feet away on a plane.  "We're going private and the plane is full. Sorry babe.  Besides I thought you had to stay another day."

He leaned back and pecked her lips.  He knew this little gesture of affection would be enough to pacify Dez.  He always called her babe when she was asking for something he did not want to give.

"Yea. I guess.  Just next time you need a fuck buddy call the good doctor. Huh?" She fell back on the bed irritated and pulled the sheets up over her breasts.  Odell yanked the sheets down again so he could see.

"You mad?" He crawled over top of her, so he hovered over her examining her very nice naked upper torso.  "Or you jealous?"

"Neither." Dez pouted seductively.

He kissed her lips more tenderly now, taking his time to make sure she was enjoying it.  Then he moved her legs apart grinding himself against her in a circular motion. In a deep lust filled voice he demanded, "Lemme make it better real quick."