Page 25 of Coach Sully

She rolls her eyes at me with a half-cocked smile. “Yes, Daddy,” she mocks.

The smirk on her face calling me daddy? Holy fuck. I never thought I’d be into the whole “daddy” thing, but with Kendra, I can’t get enough.

Raising an eyebrow, I respond with “Easy, baby girl” and watch as her neck reddens slightly. Two can play this game. Ineed to stop flirting with her, but it’s so easy to fall into without thinking.

She picks at her food but doesn’t eat much. Says her stomach is in knots, which she attributes to nerves from covering the draft. It’s unlike her. I can’t imagine her flustered in any work environment. Every time I’ve watched her work, she looks like she’s done it a thousand times before.

We hang out in the box talking among ourselves until people begin filtering out. I check my watch and realize it’s time to go. “I’m having a great time, but I should probably look at heading out. Did you drive?”

“I’ll grab an Uber.”

“I’ve got a rental car. I can take you back to your hotel. Where are you staying?”

“The Grand.”

She opens her mouth like she’s about to brush me off, but I don’t give her the chance.

“Me too.”

Funny how things just work out.

When we arrive, I pop the trunk to grab my bag. I can’t believe my delayed flight was only this morning, it feels like a week ago.What a day.

She pauses. “You haven’t checked in yet?”

“No, my flight got delayed. I barely made it to the arena in time for the opening ceremony.”

I close the trunk and roll the luggage at my side as we walk toward the hotel entrance.

“Yikes. Well, the hotel bar is fabulous in case you get thirsty. They make a mean Negroni.”

I smirk. Of course she ordered that. “Do you ever drink anything that was invented in the last century?”

She laughs, digging through her purse for her room key. “Classics never die.”

We walk through the revolving doors into the, well,grand, lobby. It looks like it came out of the 1920s. No wonder she loves the hotel bar.

“Oh good. I’ve been jonesing for a goodSidecar,” I say with a bite of sarcasm.

She scrunches her nose and gives me a small shove. “Suit yourself. I think I’m going to grab a nightcap before bed. You know, for spite. Feel free to join me when you realize I have great taste.”

I walk toward the desk as she saunters past me toward the bar. “Stay out of trouble,” I call to her. “And eat something with that Old Fashioned!” She didn’t have enough to eat earlier.

She spins around and winks. I smile, shaking my head. When I face the desk attendant, he greets me with a wide smile, but I notice his eyes dart to the suitcase handle extended at my side.

“Good evening, sir. How can I help you?”

“Evening. Just checking in. Lee Sullivan.”

His eyes move the computer screen in front of him, and he taps away.

“Are you staying with someone?”

“Nope. Just me.”

“Do you have a confirmation number?”

I furrow my brow. “No, the reservation was set up by someone else.”