Fuckers.
Coach Wagner yelled for me as I walked out of the shower, explaining that there was someone outside waiting for me with my dad. I acknowledged him and started getting my stuff together.
“Is it true?” Jeremy dropped down on the bench next to me.
“What?”
“That one of the Messini brothers is out there waiting to talk to you?”
“Oh…yeah.”
“Oh yeah?” Jeremy repeated. “Dude—that’s major!”
I nodded.
“Holy shit.”
“I better go,” I said as I stood up, buttoned up my jeans, and headed out. Dad was right by the exit.
“That was a damn fine game, son!” Dad beamed as I walked out of the locker room with my hair still wet. He was standing with a tall, pale-faced man and a young blonde woman dressed in a tight red shirt. I recognized him immediately.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Wayne Messini, may I present my son, Thomas Malone—keeper prodigy.”
“It’s a pleasure, Thomas,” the pale, black-haired man said as he reached for my hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” I replied. “Hopefully, I did not disappoint.”
“Not at all—you have some very impressive moves!”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Thomas,” Wayne reached down and grabbed the blonde by the hand. She sauntered up beside him and licked her red lips as she looked at me. “This is Tiffany. She works with some of the players for Real Messini.”
“Hello,” I said. She reached out her hand and I took it briefly. She raised her eyebrows at me and obviously looked me up and down.
“I bet you’re hungry after all of that running around,” Dad said. “Let’s go have some dinner in town and talk a bit.”
I ate, but my stomach wasn’t too happy about it. Food wasn’t sitting well in general, but I wouldn’t let myself think about that, either. I hadn’t really had much to eat for a few days—worried about the game, I guessed. I ate too much, and my stomach rebelled. I excused myself and went to the men’s room.
When I stepped back out, Tiffany was there, waiting for me. I almost ran right into her.
“You really played an excellent game,” she hummed at me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and then ran them down my arms. She took a step closer to me and tilted her head to be close to mine. “Wayne’s impressed.”
“That’s good,” I said. I wanted to take a step back, but the door was right behind me.
“Very good,” she said. Her hands went back to my shoulders, and then she drew her fingers down my chest. “You are definitely going to be fun to play with.”
Her nails scratched over my abdomen. I had to swallow hard to form any words.
“What do you do, exactly?” I asked.
“I keep the boys happy,” she responded with a smile. “In whatever way they like.”
Fuck me hard.