Page 34 of The Player's Club
I sighed. I was inclined to ignore my uncle’s text. He’d tried to mend fences with me since Mom’s death, but I hadn’t been in a place to let him.I had too much animosity toward my mother’s family for not being there when she needed them most.
A random thought hit me. Jose and his family would be horrified that I was talking to Mac about signing a contract to make me his sub. I chuckled under my breath. They’d probably have me committed.
As I sat and drank my coffee, my mind awhirl, there was a knock on my door. Not expecting anyone, I checked the peephole before opening it, only to find a courier holding a manila envelope in his hand.
“Elodie Andrews?” he asked, sounding bored.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
After I signed for it, he handed me the envelope. The return address was a law office here in LA. I knew what it was before I even opened it.
Taking the contract out, I returned to the kitchen to read through it. Seeing my name and Mac’s in writing, along with everything we’d agreed to, made my heart race.
On top of the stack of documents, though, was a Post-it that read, Let my lawyer know if you have any changes or questions. -Mac
The contract was twenty pages long. I didn’t think I had the mental capacity to look at it right then. Instead, I finished my cold coffee and texted Hannah, asking her to come over when she could.
By the time she arrived, I felt like I might burst. I was so desperate to tell her everything. Though I felt a little guilty for spilling the beans, I hadn’t signed the NDA yet.
“You look like you’re about to explode,” said Hannah, giving me a concerned look.
I simply handed her the contract. Her eyes widened.
“Is this . . .?” she asked.
I nodded, feeling a tinge of guilt, wondering how Mac would feel if he knew I’d shared the contract with her.
“Well, shit.” She slowly sank onto my couch. Her eyes widened as she began to scan the text. “Damn. Well, he is thorough. I’ll give him that.” Her gaze caught mine. “No golden showers, eh?”
I smacked her arm. “Come on, now.”
“Hey, I’m not here to judge.” She snickered as she went through the list of nos. “Well, I guess I’m relieved at some of these. Too bad about the choking, though. It can be fun.”
I gaped at her. “Wait, you’ve . . .? You know what, never mind. Do you think this is totally insane?”
“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it.” She shrugged and handed me the documents. “Are you going to sign them?”
“I need to read through it all, but . . .” I suddenly felt sheepish. “Yeah, I think I will.”
Hannah whistled and stood. “Then this calls for a toast. Elodie is going to get her freak on! It’s a miracle.”
It wasn’t even lunchtime, but I wasn’t going to refuse some celebratory wine. Hannah helped herself to a bottle of Cabernet sitting on my counter. She popped open the cork and poured each of us some. We clinked glasses, Hannah’s expression amused but strangely proud.
That was when someone else knocked on my front door. “Who is it this time?” I grumbled.
A Blades tote bag sat on the front step. A note was attached, and I recognized Mac’s handwriting immediately.
There’s a game tonight. Two tickets are inside. And no, I’m not above bribery. See you tonight.
My pulse raced as I brought the bag inside. Hannah and I found two jerseys inside, along with the tickets, two nice water tumblers, wristbands, and signed caps from Mac himself.
“Dang, he really wants you to say yes,” Hannah said, putting on one of the caps. “And I, for one, very much appreciate his enthusiasm.”
“Since when did you care about hockey?” The question reminded me of when Todd had asked me the very same thing. I had to laugh at myself.
“Since the hottest player on the team wants to get into your pants,” she answered.
I looked at the tickets and frowned. “These are for the game in Colorado.”