Jett (Arizona Vengeance #10) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Arizona Vengeance Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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Plus, I have dual monitors on my desk that I don’t have at home and that’s a game-changer.

Before I get out of the car, I turn to Jenna. “I love you.”

She blinks at me in surprise, because while we are incredibly close and always have been, we don’t spontaneously affirm our feelings. “I love you too,” she says hesitantly.

Almost suspiciously.

I grin at her. “I just want you to love yourself the same way. Okay?”

She flushes but gets my message. Her eyes drop for a moment but she nods her agreement. “Yeah… I know.”

I hop out of the car, grabbing my workout bag from the floorboard. I shut the passenger door and immediately open the back door where Felicity is sitting. She ignores me completely, still engrossed in Elena. I lean in, kiss her on the head and manage to get a brief glance and a smile before she’s lost again.

God, I love my kid. She can be incredibly co-dependent and stuck to me like glue, then other times she’s fiercely independent and has no need for me.

I love that she is both.

I close the door and throw a wave to Jenna, who will be back to pick me up in three hours, then head into the arena.

The elevator ride up to the top floor takes no time, and rather than cut right to the executive offices, I go left toward the gym. When I enter, it seems quiet, although I see a few of the players and some family members working out. The place is cavernous, and I head over to a rowing machine to get warmed up. I’m already dressed in my workout clothes, the gear in my duffle a clean change of garments that I’ll slip into after a shower.

There’s no one around the cardio equipment so I take the rower closest to me and do a nice steady pace for five hundred yards to get warmed up. It’s enough to get my heart rate up without killing me.

Grabbing a towel out of my bag, I give a quick wipe of my face and head over to the wall that houses all the free weights. I angle for a power rack, intent on doing some squats when my eyes land on Jett on the next one over.

He’s doing chest presses and a quick count of the plates and barbell tells me he’s handling three hundred and fifteen pounds with ease. He doesn’t know I’m standing there watching—ogling—as he completes a set of eight reps.

When he’s done and settles the barbell on the j-hooks, I say, “You know, you should have a spotter.”

His big body jerks as he curls up from the bench to look at me, one side of his mouth lifting up into a lop-sided grin. “For that puny weight? I could have done those one-handed.”

I snort and give him a chastising look.

Straddling the bench, he stares at me for a long moment before finally saying, “Want to join me? We can spot each other.”

And there’s no hesitation—in fact, a tiny thrill of excitement—when I say, “Sure.”

CHAPTER 6

Jett

I frown as I check my watch. I don’t have much time to get down to the team auditorium for our pre-game meeting. We play the San Diego Renegades tonight and they’ve been a surprise powerhouse in our division. It means Coach is going to want to spend some time on game film, which will extend our regular pre-game meeting by a bit.

But it might be worth being a few minutes late and incurring a scathing glare from Coach if I get a smile in return.

I enter the lobby of the executive suite at the arena, and with nothing but a few flirty words to the receptionist, I’m able to bypass any announcement of my arrival. I walk the maze of halls until I reach Emory’s office and find the door halfway closed. Rapping my knuckles on it a few times, I push it open to find her at her desk. Her head lifts and I’m instantly brought back to the first time I saw her and how fucking sexy her black-framed glasses made her look.

Of course, she doesn’t wear them all the time. In fact, only at work. I noticed she wasn’t wearing them during our dinner, and again yesterday when we were working out together, so I asked her about them.

She told me that for whatever reason, wearing them while navigating the corporate world seems to cause men to take her more seriously. As if she actually has a brain since she wears nerdy-looking glasses. I have no doubt that’s probably been true in her prior work experiences, but I assured her Dominik wasn’t like that. She’d just have to figure that one out on her own, though.

What is absolutely different from the first time I saw her and tried to flirt with her—only to be painfully shot down—is the wide smile she bestows upon me right now.


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