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!
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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.
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Enjoy!
