Quarterback's Surprise Baby (Bad Boy Ballers Book 2) by Imani King Page B

right?”
    “He's a lawyer—well he's a paralegal. He's studying to be a lawyer,” she says. Now it's her turn to blush. “It’s not serious, but maybe he has potential. I guess. We’ll see.”
    “Are you cradle-robbing, Sandra?” I tease, taking another sip of my drink.
    She giggles. It's nice for a moment to have the attention off of me for a change. I’ll try to relax for the time being: Kent can learn and report all the information about my case, and I can listen to Sandra tell me all about her younger man over some sweet margaritas.
    “It probably won’t go anywhere, but he has the most dreamy eyes,” she begins, and I relax for the first time in a while. Out of bed, at least.

11
    Gryphon
    T he team runs around the pylons again. I’m just not satisfied with their agility. I’ve got them practicing every day on it, but nothing seems to make them any better. Coach is on my ass again about everyone’s performance now, and I’m tearing out my hair. He’s left them to me for the day and he wants to see some progress.
    “Better, Griff?” asks Drake. “Faster?”
    I look at my stopwatch. “No, man, not better. In fact, three seconds worse.”
    “Dammit!” he says. “I’ll set up the pylons again. I nod, but the method’s just not working. I’m at a loss.
    Our linebacker goes through the sequence, and I time him. Again, it’s worse. I’ve already yelled, I’ve pleaded, I’ve cajoled, I’ve threatened.
    “Hey is that your girlfriend?” says Ray, the Defensive Lineman, pointing to the stands, and I see Odell. She’s graceful, dressed in a way that hugs her sweet curves. Coach isn’t here, so I jog over and give her a kiss.
    “Odell! What are you doing here? Everything all right?” I ask. “Is it something about the case?”
    “Oh, no, Griff, nothing like that,” she answers softly, but her smile is wide. “I just wanted to see you. I didn’t want to get in the way, you should go on with your practice.”
    “Yeah, it’s not going very well,” I say with a grimace, raking a hand through my hair. “These guys are just not picking up their feet.”
    “Yeah, I saw that,” she agrees. “You know, there’s a great ballet move that would probably help them. You should get a ballet coach in here.”
    “Oh yeah?” I’m skeptical, but at the same time, nobody is a precision athlete like a dancer. “You think you could do it?”
    “It’s been ages since I did any real dancing,” she demurs. “But it would do the trick, I’m almost certain,” she nods to herself.
    “Why not give it a try?” I ask, and open the door to the field. “Here, jump down,” I take her hand, hers small in mine, and her eyes are shining.
    “Are you serious, Griff?”
    “Why not?” Anything would help right now. I just have to shock these guys out of their complacency.
    “If you mean it,” she says, stepping down onto the turf. “Are you sure?” I swear, I see a hint of rosy pink growing on her mocha cheeks.
    “Damn sure, we need all the help we can get.” I jog back to the field, and all the guys watch her sexy walk to the middle.
    “Bring it in boys, we have a new coach in town today.” Drake gives a long low whistle, and I glare at him. “Knock it off buddy,” I growl.
    “Sorry, she’s just fine, that’s all,” he says with a shrug.
    “She’s not just fine, she’s mine,” I answer, and he grins. “Ok y’all, this is Odell!” I shout. “She’s going to lead you through some ballet drills.”
    “Ballet?” I hear. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” “Has Gryphon gone crazy?”
    Odell stands in front of the team, her face clear and confident. “Hey everyone,” she smiles, and they look at her expectantly. She takes off her heels. “I’m going to take you through some old drills I learned as a young girl in the ballet studio,” she continues, and I hear someone scoff. “Don’t laugh,” she smiles. “They’re not easy.”
    She stands with her arms above her head.