Sweet Saturday Samples (9/17)

In this week's Sweet Saturday Sample,  

In It To Win It's Grayson is trying to convince 

a very reluctant, very gun-shy Jane 

to have dinner with him.

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Grayson stood, waiting for Jane to find her voice again. Her eyes looked him over from head to toe and he couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. But man, it felt good to have that much of her touching him. He swallowed hard then returned the favor by taking an inventory of her as well. She was as gorgeous as ever; dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, totally casual. Her brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail. 

“Can I sit here?” He waved a hand toward the stool next to hers.

“It’s a free country.” She closed her laptop and shoved it into its case, taking no care for the bag or the computer. “I have to get going anyway; my flight is about to board.”

As she stood, he reached out and snatched up her hand. Her hands were chilly and oh, so tiny. His engulfed hers and yet they fit perfectly together. Just like always.

“Will you have dinner with me?” The words were flung out into the open before his brain could catch up with his mouth.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” Always a glutton. Inside, he was cringing as he threw his ego on the floor for her to crush beneath her flip-flop. Outside … he rested a foot on the bottom rung of the bar stool and prayed that he looked the calm, cool, collected he didn’t feel. 

“No, I really can’t. It’s against the rules.”

He smiled and felt a nervous twitch to his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip to keep it under control. “What rules?” he asked.

Her eyes narrowed and her lips tightened into a frown. “The no-fraternizing-with-the-athletes rule,” she said the words in a duh! tone.

 He laughed. “That’s not a real rule.”

She straightened her spine and hiked her bag onto her shoulder. “It’s a personal rule. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Fair enough.” He could respect her having scruples, but it didn’t change the fact that it had been too long since he’d talked with her. The few moments in her room didn’t count. “We could consider it a working dinner. We could talk—on the record.”

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