I'm over at Falling For Fiction today, but I brought someone else here to entertain you. :)
I have the amazing Kyra Lennon on my blog today as part of her blog tour for Game On.
She is sharing an excerpt with us. I'll let her tell you about it.
This scene occurs in Chapter Two, shortly after Radleigh McCoy swore he’d stop trying to mess with Leah’s head by constantly hitting on her, and generally making her job difficult. She didn’t entirely believe him, but she wasn’t expecting this when she got called to her boss’ office!
Richard Bailey was a legend, highly regarded as one of the top U.S players of all time. In his youth, he played for the Westberg Warriors and as well as being a skilled goal scorer, he was once considered the hottie of the soccer world. Twenty-five years on his looks had faded a little. The stress of managing such a high profile team had aged him but he was still as fit, if not fitter than most of the guys he trained.
“Hi,” I said, peering into his office. “You wanted to see me.”
His head snapped up. “Leah, yes. Come in. Sorry to pull you away from work but I need to clear something up.”
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “What’s the problem?”
“Radleigh McCoy has made a complaint about you.”
It took a moment for the words to sink in. He made a complaint about me?
“Don’t worry too much,” Richard said. “I had to follow this up but I know how McCoy is. If people don’t bow down to him he thinks they’re disrespecting him. I just want to hear your side. He says you’re treating him differently than the other players. That you’ve been bad-mouthing him.”
Oh, in his filthy-minded dreams!
“Bad-mouthing him? Richard, with an ego that size, do you think he’d even notice an insult?”
I hadn’t intended to blurt out exactly what was on my mind without thinking, but Richard gave an almost undetectable smile. “You’ve got the measure of him then?”
“Damn right I have. He’s got a bee in his bonnet because I answered him back in front of Bryce Warren on Saturday. Aside from that, I’ve been nothing but professional with him. Geez, if anyone should be complaining, it’s me!”
“You have a complaint to make about McCoy?” Richard asked, halting my verbal diarrhoea.
The last thing I wanted was for Richard to think I couldn’t deal with him. After all, part of the reason he hired me was because I was ‘feisty.’ Richard had unknowingly given me the perfect opportunity to report McCoy for his endless come-ons but I had no intention of letting either of them think I couldn’t cope.
I shook my head. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. He’s just been a bit … suggestive.”
“Leah, if he’s hassling you, you need to tell me because I take this kind of thing very seriously.”
“It’s nothing,” I insisted. “But if things change you’ll be the first to know.”
Especially since he’s been so petty.
“So what happens now?” I asked. “Do I get an official warning or something?”
Richard shook his head. “Nothing official. You don’t even deserve to be here now. However, if you could be extra nice to him for a few days you’d be doing me a huge favour. I can tell him I’ve had a word with you, and everyone’s happy.”
He was playing it fast and loose with his definition of happy. Being ‘extra nice’ to McCoy sounded more like a punishment than a prize but when the alternative was a black mark against my name, I had no choice but to take it.
I excused myself, taking a few deep breaths before heading out to the pitch. Freya’s comment about McCoy playing games echoed in the depths of my mind. Less than forty-eight hours ago, he’d attempted to call a truce, yet I’d just had my arse hauled into Richard’s office over something I hadn’t even done.
Well. Game on, McCoy. Game. On.
You can find Game On at Amazon by clicking here.