Razor's Edge: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boys of Football Book 2) by Clementine Roux, Penelope Silva Page B

with more boobs than brains. “It’s Hillary. Hillary Jackson. I need to talk to him.”
     
    The intercom went silent.
     
    “Well, damn.” I thought I was being turned away. I had half a mind to hop over the gate and go bang on his front door, but then, the gates hummed and opened slowly. “The great wizard has granted my request to enter.” I jumped back into my car and drove into the drive before they changed their minds.
     
    When I pulled into the circular drive in front of the house, some of the anger I felt had turned to a burning rage. Life was simply not fair.
     
    The front doors opened and out stepped a petite brunette, dressed in business attire. “Hello,” she offered with a friendly wave. “Sorry for the delay at the gate. I didn’t recognize the name, but Razor told me who you were. I apologize.”
     
    “Razor? You call him Razor?” I asked as I walked to the door.
     
    “Yes, everyone calls him Razor.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “What do you call him?”
     
    I got the feeling she was more than curious. “I call him Edgecott -- E.J.”
     
    Her eyes popped open wide. “Really? Hmph, okay. Well, he’s in his office waiting for you.”
     
    I stepped inside the massive foyer. Along the walls were portraits of Edge and his dad mixed in between some vanity photos. “It looks like a museum in here in the daylight.”
     
    The brunette offered a forced smile. “You could say that, but this is his home. That’s his son.”
     
    “I know Edge,” I said as I took in what could easily be described as the most adorable dad and baby photo ever. “I’m his teacher.”
     
    “Of course, you are,” she said as she motioned for me to take a seat in the living room, adjacent to the foyer. “I’ll have him come out here to speak to you.”
     
    Mimicking her sarcastic tone, I said, “Of course, you will.”
     
    She muttered something under her breath while she walked across the foyer to a hallway that led to what I supposed was E.J.’s home office. I took the time to look at all of the family photos and personal items in the room. I was quite impressed. I don’t know what I expected to find, but a home adorned with such personal items wouldn’t have been high on my list of expectations.
     
    “Are you disappointed?” E.J.’s voice startled me. “Didn’t you see those photos the night you came over?”
     
    “Oh, you scared me. Disappointed would be an understatement,” I said, turning to face him. My breath caught as I took him in. Did he ever have a bad day? Even in gym shorts and a t-shirt, he looked amazing. His hair was slightly tousled in the sexy manner he normally wore it in, like a man fresh from the shower.
     
    His eyes followed my gaze. “If I’d known you were on your way over here, I would have worn something nicer.”
     
    I blushed. Why did he always do this to me? Why did he always make me forget I was angry with him. “You’re fine like you are. No need to dress up for me,” I offered as heat rose in my belly.
     
    He walked over to me and pulled me in for a hug as if nothing had happened between us. “Did you slip and say something nice to me? I’m touched. Here; touch me again,” he said, offering his neck for me to touch.
     
    As tempted as I was to sink my teeth into his neck and cause him pain, I refrained. “I didn’t come here to play with you.”
     
    He feigned disappointment. “You don’t want to play? Aw, now what are we going to do? Would you like the grand tour? I guess, I was too distracted by your beauty the last time you were here and forgot to offer you a tour.”
     
    I had to do it. I couldn’t lose my nerve now. He needed to know he ruined things for me. “I still don’t have a job. They won’t give me my job back because of you.”
     
    His face turned serious. “They won’t? Why not? You didn’t get arrested.”
     
    My voice started to shake. “Your mess is killing my career. I went to talk to the superintendent today. He said,