Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Right back at ya, babe,” I murmur.
“Last but not least,” Tony continues, finally moving the attention off me. “Coach Robinson and the coaching staff. What a fantastic job you have done this season.”
As expected, the room bursts into absolute chaos for our beloved Coach Robinson. The boys get up out of their chairs and crowd him. He's suddenly thrown upon shoulders demanding to be put down but that shit isn't about to happen any time soon.
The boys eventually calm down, allowing Tony to get onto the more serious topics.
“Get your asses back in your seats,” he demands. “We’ve got a lot to cover.” They do as their told, naturally with a few stragglers detouring back past the food buffet on the way.
"Alright. Down to business. We've had some disappointments this year with both Dave and Max, both rocked the team's name in the press, however, we have come through the other end much stronger. I'm sorry to play this card on you all, however, keep in mind that each of you is replaceable. As you move on, another player will come so as you saw with Max, one strike and you're out. Please remember this in your off-season. What you do reflects on us as a team, so keep it classy, boys."
Tony then goes on to remind us about our media interviews and after-game press conference. He then goes over all the ways to avoid certain questions and how to word certain things to make you look like a glowing star with the brightest future in the league.
On and on he goes with all the shit that we don’t want to be here to listen to but as a good bunch of guys, we sit patiently and wait until he’s ticked off all the items on his list to discuss.
“Hang in there, guys. We’re nearly done,” he encourages but what does he expect out of a bunch of guys.
“So, as you all recall,” he says, pointedly looking at my woman. “At the beginning of the season, I made a deal with Elle, here.” That perks us all up. I watch in amusement as each of the guys sits a little taller and throws one hundred percent of their attention towards both Tony and Elle, curious as to how this is going to go.
"I had promised Elle that if over the season, she could show that she has what it takes to be our senior therapist, then she would be rewarded the position. I believe she has done just that. She has shown incredible dedication to our team and put up with all of your bullshit whinging while simultaneously doing a great job, so, Elle, if you are still interested, I'd like to formally offer you the position of Senior Physiotherapist of the Denver Thunder."
“Are you serious?” she squeals as her hand squeezes down in mine, though, I’m not entirely sure she realises she’s doing it. “What about Kate?” she asks, looking to the girl who has since become a good friend
“Sure am, kid. I have spoken to Kate who has agreed that you deserve this position. She will also be staying on for the foreseeable future. So, what do you say?” he says with an excited grin.
“Hell freaking yes,” she says with big eyes and a smile that threatens to tear her face apart. “Thank you so much. I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t,” he says before dramatically making a point of sitting down and relaxing so he can give the boys a chance to go ape-sit-crazy, which, of course, they do, only this time, I don’t let them beat me to her.
I pull her across and into my lap while circling my arms around her and pressing my lips to hers. “Congratulations,” I tell her.
She smiles back at me with love in her eyes. “Thank you,” she says.
“You deserve it,” I tell her before she’s pulled away from me and thrown into the air by the guys who start chanting her name. I’m so proud and happy for her but right now, with the guys throwing her around like a fucking rag-doll, I want nothing more than to bust their balls. I swear, if they hurt her in any way, shape or form, I’ll be tearing them up into little pieces and feeding them to Louie, which would only be a waste, as I’m sure he really isn’t into eating humans for dinner.
Elle lets out a squeal as the boys get a little too rowdy and I swoop in to save my woman.
“Alright, alright. Settle down,” Tony says. “We still have a little time before the pre-game press starts, so I’ll give Coach Robinson the floor to discuss game tactics for tonight.”
With that Coach gets up and makes his way to the front of the room.
“Please remember, no matter what happens tonight, there will be post-game celebrations at the Hilton Hotel and you should all be there,” Tony says as he signs off for the time being.