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  Table of Contents

  The Quarterback’s Touch

  Examining Her Purity, a Medical Romance

  Exposed by the Doctor & Her Nurse, a Medical Ménage Romance

  Dr. Dale Takes Laura’s Innocence

  Undressed by Dr. Ryan

  Too Tight for the Doctor

  Humiliated at the Doctor’s Office

  Owned by the Bad Boy Outlaw

  WANTED, Sons of Silence

  Ordered by a Billionaire Rancher

  All I Want for Christmas is a Cowboy

  Christmas in Texas, A Mail Order Bride Western Romance

  Stuffed by the Two Rival Cowboys

  The Rancher’s Touch

  Two Cowboy Brothers Claim a Bride

  Stranded with the Cowboy

  AMISH2, A Western Romance –

  Spread Wide By my Best Friend’s Billionaire Dad

  Amanda, Amber & Bruce, A Secret Babysitter Romance

  Babysitting for my Boyfriend’s Billionaire Dad

  Loving My Billionaire Boss

  The Quarterback’s Touch

  By: Laura Simpson

  The Quarterback’s Touch

  © Laura Simpson, 2016 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Warning

  This book contains explicit content intended for readers 18+ years old.

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  Chapter 1

  “Quit stressing, Meg,” Anna called out from the other end of the room as she saw the nervous pacing akin to a man whose wife is in labor being performed by Megan in the confined space of her cubicle.

  But Megan paid her no attention and resumed her nervous pacing.

  Megan Linshaw was a fresh out of college graduate who had landed one of the most coveted internships of her program – a chance to write for Sports Weekly; one of the most read magazines in the country. Megan had no delusions about her good fortune – she knew she had a shot at landing a permanent job at the magazine if she were to ace this internship and she was not going to let that opportunity slip away from her.

  Growing up, she had been surrounded by her brothers and father who were massive sports junkies and a mother that taught literature at the local university. The amalgamation came to form a wonderful blend where she had a profound love for sports and a penchant for writing. It all came together perfectly when on her thirteenth birthday; she discovered such a thing as a sports journalist exists. Since then, the occupation had been a permanent resident in her dreams and her perpetual answer to anytime anyone asked what she would like to be when she grew up.

  And it was with a head full of dream that she entered university to pursue journalism. Fast forward to four years later, Megan was 22 years old and already with her foot in the door as she was working with one of the most widely read sports magazines in the country.

  Megan inhaled a sharp breath and finally decided to answer Anna. “I cannot mess this up,” she said as her teeth worked to chew the inside of her cheeks bare.

  You have done these interviews before,” Anna told her in an attempt to assuage her nervousness, “I am sure you are going to absolutely smash it.”

  But the words of encouragement seemed to be having little to no effect on the anxious brunette. For Megan, this was supposed to be her big break. She would finally break into the mainstream scene when she would sit down and interview one of the hottest athletes in the country right now; Mike Ferguson, professional footballer and recent league winner.

  Megan tried to remember some of the breathing exercises her therapist had told her and exhaled. “You’re right, you’re right,” she said suddenly in a hurry, “I just need to stop overthinking. This is going to be fine – I need to go now.”

  “Whatever floats your boat, love,” Anna said in casual conversation, “break a leg, tonight!”

  Megan laughed and sent over a wink to her friend before picking up her purse and exiting the room. She had a lot of preparation to do.

  * * * *

  They say a little makeup can do wonders for your mood and Megan found the words to be true when she stepped out of the salon that afternoon. She had decided to treat herself to a little pampering before the big interview and right now with her hair made all nice and her nails done up, she was exuding the confidence and calm she had sought after.

  “Looking hot, babe,” her stylist told her one last time as they bid each other adieu and Megan hopped in her Uber.

  Megan was feeling downright fantastic – her lipstick was not seeping through the lines and her makeup was on point. She was feeling confident that she would smash this interview, but that might just be a little due to the pre-party drinks she had downed whilst still back at the salon.

  Megan was supposed to meet Mike at one of the bars he frequented. The meeting place was a little unusual for her but she did not care – when an athlete as big as Mike Ferguson agrees to meet you somewhere, you show up without a word of compliant!

  The taxi stopped outside of the bar and Megan threw one last glance in the rearview mirror – she was about to walk in what might as well be the biggest interview of her life.

  Chapter 2

  “Drinks on me,” a charismatic young man grinned at the swarm of women that surrounded his table at the bar. He threw a wink at one of the cute blondes and went back to chugging his Hennessey down – sighing as the cool liquid hit his throat in the same familiar way he loved so much.

  Some might argue that Mike Ferguson was at the peak of his career. He had many game wins under his belt and was arguably the best player in the team at this point.

  At this point, one of the blondes squeezed his arm and diverted all his attention on her. He happily obliged as he flirted back. This sort of behavior came naturally to him – he had always been a ladies man even when he was in school – which now seemed like a lifetime away. Girls threw himself at him and he readily made good use of that advantage as he got involved in several flings throughout the course of his career – never settling down.

  He enjoyed his bachelor lifestyle too much for him to give it up for anything.

  “Mike,” a shrill voice called out over to him as soon as he had been getting comfortable cozying up next to the blonde whose name he was not aware of.

  “Yo, what’s your deal, Cameron?” Mike snapped back. Cameron was his manager but more so than that, he was his best friend. He had been with Mike since day one and if there was anyone with whom he let his walls down for, it was him.

  Cameron resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “You forgot you had an interview today,” he said to him, nudging him a little to remind to sober up and get rid of the girl.

  Mike groaned, “Cancel it, man,” he said, “I am up here partying it up with my girl,” he turned to looked
at the blonde, who at this point was grinning wildly and pushing up against Mike.

  “No, we cannot just cancel the interview,” Cameron told him sternly, “You need to show up – I think the journalist is already here to interview you already. Now, get up.”

  Mike groaned, “You cannot make me do this.”

  “I am your manager and you damn well know that I can make you do anything I like. Now get rid of the girl and sober up – you have an interview to give,” he said with finality as he took off with one last menacing glance towards Mike.

  Mike sighed – he knew that there was no arguing with Cameron.

  * * * *

  Megan had been asked to wait in a dimly lit private room in the bar but forty minutes had now passed and there was no sign of either Mike or any of his management. She impatiently kept glancing over to the wall clock that hung on the purple velvet clad walls of the room. The whole room had a massive 60s era vibe, complete with a vintage looking lava lamp in the corner and the whole thing was giving her a whiplash.

  She hated waiting when she had been given a precise time and a promise in advance. But she knew that this was sometimes a part of the job.

  Being a female sports journalist in a profession that was so heavily male dominated; it was not an easy task. She knew the sort of stigma and prejudice she would have to face beforehand but actually experiencing it was another story on its own.

  She had experienced firsthand on what it was like for people not to take her seriously based on her gender – she had coworkers and previous athletes she had interviewed misbehave with her but she did not let it get in the way. In fact, she resolved that it only gave her thicker skin and made her even braver.

  Megan Linshaw was not one to back down easy.

  Megan Linshaw was also not one to sit around and wait for hours on end for someone who did not respect the common code of punctuality.

  But Megan Linshaw had to admit that she jumped up a little when he finally walked into the room.

  “Sorry we made you wait,” Cameron explained to her on Mike’s behalf as he finally managed to convince him to drag him down the room.

  “It’s really okay,” Megan said quickly, not wanting to offend, “Hello, my name is Megan Linshaw and I am the person who will be interviewing you on behalf of sports weekly – great work-,” her sentence was cut off midway as Mike decided to butt in.

  “So you’re going to be interviewing me, eh?” he said abruptly, flashing her grin. The smell of alcohol radiated off his tongue and it was clear that the man was heavily inebriated.

  “Of course, I just told you that,” Megan replied back with her voice unwavering, “so here I have prepared for you some questions and I would love if you could just answer them for me.”

  But it seemed like Mike had better things to do than listen to her as he pulled out his phone and started to type away at a text message. Megan stared at him blankly – she could hardly believe the level of causal disinterest he was exhibiting.

  “Hmm, right,” he said after a moment of scrolling through his phone, “You go ahead then, ask.”

  Megan controlled the urge to downright ask him to put his phone away and vocalized her well-rehearsed question to him. But two minutes passed away and the only response she was able to weasel out of him was a half laugh as he found something amusing on his phone.

  Megan felt herself beginning to lose her patience. “Do you mind if you put that thing away for a moment?” she said, annoyed.

  He looked up from the screen to her and flashed her a grin, “Right – sure, sure. What do you want to talk about?”

  “I do not personally wish to speak to you about anything,” she could not help but let some of that annoyance seep into her tone. Somehow, this man had his way of getting under her skin. “But I have to ask you a bunch of questions on behalf of the magazine I represent and the least you can do is answer them.”

  He raised an eyebrow at her, “The least I can do is show up,” he quipped back, “Which – newsflash lady, I am sitting here in front of you.”

  “Right,” Megan replied with gritted teeth, “Let us try this again?”

  “Sure,” he said with a casual shrug of the shoulders, “I am up for anything if a pretty girl asks,” he winked at her in the end.

  He was beginning to get pretty bored with the interview – it was always the same generic questions that yielded the same generic answers. Mike figured he would rather stab himself than laugh at another cheesy pun how the coach. He assumed that Megan would have the same sort of questions prepared for him and thus, he had lost interest before she even had a chance to say what say what she had prepared.

  Megan’s cheeks heated up in response. She was used to people saying things like that to her – but she did not tolerate it when a person threw unnecessary comments at her in an environment that required them to be professional.

  “I would rather you not comment on my appearance and just answer my set of questions, yes?” she said sarcastically.

  “I was just playing,” he grinned and laid back on his seat. He was beginning to curse Cameron forever setting up this interview – he would clearly much rather be out in the back with a drink in his hand and a girl by his side.

  Megan glared at him and asked her questions anyway. This time, he replied but his answers seemed mechanical and rehearsed. She jotted down her notes and when she walked out that room twenty minutes later, she had never been so glad to finish an interview with anyone.

  Chapter 3

  Megan had experienced her fair share of writer’s block over the years of being a writer but never had she experienced it as intensely as she was now. Type, type, erase – delete the entire document. That was her routine for the past six hours that she had been bent over her computer screen to write.

  She had the material and she had written the draft about half a dozen times now but somehow, she could not bring herself to approve it as the final version and press send.

  No – for this version seemed too kind. It reflected on the answers he had given her – which were quite alright in their own right. He had obviously received some form of media training for him to belt out such diplomatic answers that nearly fit every mold that you crafted them into.

  She could have easily written her article and gotten done with her day to go out and relax with her friends over a drink but instead, here she was pouring over her words on the computer and struggling to relate.

  The words on the screen seemed too fabricated for her to publish them. For when she had met him, he had been behaving so poorly that she did not know whether he deserved to be honored so highly in her article.

  Honesty was something she strived for in her writing, but was it being honest when she was to leave out the part that told the people that the man behind the shiny words happened to be an arrogant narcissist who barely paid her any heed through-out the course of the interview?

  She bit down her lip and her fingers went to work again. This time, she decided to belt out another draft where she had no reservations. She wrote an honest account of the evening she had spent with him to interview him and she wrote a candid recount of the events of the day. She made it clear about how she thought of him as being too arrogant for his own good, perhaps an unwanted side-effect of the immense fame that he had been given. She wrote until she was finally satisfied with what she had come up with.

  And with a smile on her face, she realized that perhaps the piece that she needed to break into the mainstream scene was not one where she sang hymns of praises of the already well-respected athlete. But it was one where she wrote with brutal honestly and expose to the world just how much of a self-absorbed person he was.

  Somehow, she did not hesitate at all when she dropped that same draft on her editors table the next morning.

  She had written the article that would change her life.

  * * * *

  Mike awoke to a near constant buzzing of his cellphone from underneath his pillow the next morning. Grog
gy and annoyed, he brought the metal square to his ear and barked out an unfriendly greeting.

  “Why are you calling me this early in the morning, Cameron?” he said, irritated that his manager had the nerve to contact him at 10pm on a Saturday afternoon.

  “Have you seen your social media this morning?”

  “Why would I?” Mike replied, “I have only just woken up. That, too, pretty abruptly. Hint hint, thanks asshole.”

  Cameron decided to ignore the sarcasm in his words, “You need to get on it – what the hell did you do in that interview with that lady journalist the other day?”

  Mike racked his brain and then remembered that miserable bar interview where he was half drunk out of his mind. “Oh that nightmare,” he said in recollection, “I do not even remember man. I just used the answers you gave me – those ones work for everything.”

  Cameron groaned from the other end of the line, “Well, whatever you did, she had absolutely ripped you apart in her interview. The whole internet is talking about it!”

  This caused Mike to sit up suddenly in his bed, “What do you mean?”

  “Read it yourself,” Cameron said and then the line went dead. He had hung up on Mike.

  Mike opened up his social applications and saw that his notifications had been flooded. He found a link to the article and by the time he was finished, his hands had clawed into fists and he was genuinely annoyed.

  “What the hell,” he cursed under his tongue, “Arrogant, full of himself? She’s made me look like a total douche. What is the deal with this woman?”

  He tried to recall the evening and no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember it being as bad as she had made it seem like. It was not until he went to read what other people were saying about the article that he truly got upset.

  Mike Ferguson had worked very hard in his life to get where he was and the fact that some pompous journalist had the audacity to defame him like so made him beyond past the point of annoyed.