Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(3)

By: B. B. Hamel


I felt a little worried, though, based on his tone. Clearly something bad was going on, and not just the loss of an important figure in the department.

“Of course,” I said. “Owen Rack is going to be a huge asset to the team.”

“He really is. But he’s also very, very expensive, and that means every department has to make sure that it’s running as lean as possible.”

I felt my heart skip a beat.

Was I getting fired already? I’d only been here for a month. If they were cutting people, it made sense to cut the new girl. I wasn’t worth anything to anyone, and I wasn’t even working with any players.

“I understand,” I said softly.

“Which is why we’re not going to be hiring a replacement at this time for Lucy. We’ll be rotating some people around to pick up her players, and we’re going to give you an assignment.”

I felt surprised. “You’re going to assign me a player?”

He nodded. “Like I said, Lucy is very impressed with you. We’re only assigning you one person, but he’s very important. We’ll want you to give him every ounce of attention you can.”

I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I never thought I’d actually be working with players this soon, let alone have someone important assigned to me already. It was unusual for an apprentice to get involved in the treatment rotation so early, but it was not entirely unheard of in tight situations like this one.

“Who?” I asked.

“Owen Rack himself,” Jeff said, smiling.

I blinked. “Really?”

“Really. Like I said, Lucy thinks you can handle it. We also suspect that Mister Rack won’t be taking on the full starting position just yet, at least not while Raylon is still available.”

Raylon Rogers was the veteran running back, and he had been with the Eagles for years. He was clearly going to be the main back, and Owen was meant to act as an understudy for a year or two until he was ready to take over.

But still, getting assigned Owen was massive. I couldn’t imagine what Lucy had said to Jeff about me, but it must have been incredibly positive if they were going to trust me with him. Rack was supposed to be the future of the team.

“Do you think you can handle this responsibility?” Jeff asked me. “Please, tell me no if you’re not ready. I won’t hold it against you. There are other players we can assign you to.”

“I can handle it,” I said quickly, though I wasn’t totally sure I could. “I’m really grateful for this opportunity.”

“Good,” he said. “I’m glad to hear that. We’re hoping you and Owen will have a long working relationship together.”

I smiled. “Me too. Thank you again. I can’t express how excited I am to help the team.”

“We’re excited too. I’ll send you an email with more information soon, but for now, head on back to your department.”

“Thank you again,” I said, standing. We shook hands and I quickly left, walking back toward my desk before he could change his mind.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’d seen Owen Rack on TV countless times, and I’d always been really impressed with him. The man was a monster, a hulking presence on the field. He was handsome, muscular, and covered in tattoos, exactly the kind of guy I’d always stayed away from.

But now I’d be working with him up close and personal. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was excited to find out.

This was an enormous opportunity. If things went well between Owen and me, I’d be with the team for as long as he was. This could make my career.

All I had to do was remain professional and not screw anything up.

How hard could that be?





2





Owen





I was never nervous on the football field. I never needed to feel nervous. When I ran through the offensive lineman and burst out into the open lanes, I felt more fucking alive than I ever could anywhere else.

Then there was the crunch of body against body, the smash of pads, the bruising burst. I loved getting tackled, and I loved breaking through tackles even more. I loved the taste of grass as my face got smashed into the turf, and I loved the sound of men grunting as they were unable to pull me down.

I’d had a damn good college career. Broke a few records, led my team to a championship my senior year, and even won the damn Heisman.

But none of that compared to getting picked in the first round of the draft by the Philadelphia Eagles.

I was a Texas boy. I’d gone to the University of Texas and I grew up in Texas. I didn’t know a damn thing about fucking Philadelphia, but I didn’t give a shit. All I wanted was to get out of Texas and join the big show.

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