I dont know what inspired this.
Oh, the rumours.
The rumours had been circulating around the news outlets for weeks and weeks, and Cassie Cavendish was at the very centre.
Fortunately for Cassie, no one knew her involvement just yet. But that would change soon.
Someone had leaked the possibility that the new England manager was a woman. That was all it took to grow a mere possibility into full blown speculation. That in turn had invoked some disbelief and outright misogyny. Afterall, how could a woman ever manage a team of men, never mind manage them effectively.
Cassie could imagine it when they knew the truth.
Cassandra Cavendish, the new England manager
Used family connections….
Biggest mistake in the history of English football
All of that would pale in comparison when her stream of younger one night stands and fuckbuddies came out of the woodwork. For which she would give zero fucks and make no apologies for.
She was nearly 34 years old and twice divorced. Relationships no longer interested her; she wouldn’t make room for them in her life when she was doing better on her own. That didn’t mean she didn’t have needs to fulfil. She was still a woman and woman who wanted sex.
“Nervous?”
The sound of her father’s warm voice pulled her from her musings. “A bit. Stepping into a man’s game.”
“You’ve earned this.” John Cavendish embraced his youngest child. “No one knows tactics like you do.”
“Thanks, dad.”
Cassie huffed out a nervous breath and smoothed down her navy blue blazer, making sure her skirt was at a reasonable length. “They are gonna hate me.” She muttered to herself before she walked through the double doors to the press conference.
As predicted, almost every question was relating to the fact that she was a woman managing men, but she took it in her stride.
Cassie even took her time to answer the stupid questions with measured answers. The last thing she wanted was to look like an idiot in front of an entire nation. She was a young manager was still a lot to prove; she would have to tread carefully if she were going to earn respect.
A week later, she was dragged out to a London hotspot to celebrate her 34th birthday in style, by her bizarre but well meaning friends. She didn’t object too much, it was a perfect opportunity to pull a 25 year old lad, burning through his monthly pay and eager to please.
The bar was packed but handsome men were only too happy to let Cassie to slip in ahead of them. A 5 foot 10 red head so always going to get noticed and Cassie certainly was unmissable.
She drifted off to lands unknown while waiting to get served. She had paid no mind to the men around her, and it was only when she sensed someone close behind her, causing her spine to tingle, that she reacted, turning to chastise the boundary-pusher. Something stopped her dead when she saw a handsome man who dripped cockiness with a cheeky smirk to match. He gave her a look that seemed to dare her to object to his invasion of her personal space. She wasn’t willing to give him the satisfaction, instead she turned away.
He lingered for a while, and Cassie could hear him talking to another man. He was brummie, that much was obvious, his voice deep and confident. She could feel his eyes on her, and it touched that carnal need in a way it hadn’t been touched before.
She knew just who he was, and she made a point not to get involved with footballers. She had done that before, and it was a disaster. She would have to find another to take home.
Once she had her sparkling water in hand, she slipped past the boundary-pusher and re-joined her friends. Unfortunately, it appeared that her friends had too noticed the handsome man behind her and proceeded to razz her over it. He was her type of man, and they were curious as to why she ignored him. Once she explained who he was, they understood. They knew of her issues with her footballer ex-husband and her blanket ban on ever dating footballers ever again.
It appeared that her lack of disinterest hadn’t deterred him, however. He was at the bar when she was, near the dancefloor when she on it. She was surprised he hadn’t followed her to the ladies.
Well, that was until she was stood at the sink to freshen up her make up. She was midway through re-applying her lipstick when she noticed him leaning against the well. “Are you lost?”
“I dunno. Am I?”
His voice was akin to a purr, and it made her body heat up. “Definitely lost or do you just make a habit of lingering in the ladies’ toilets?”
“Only when I see a peng redhead.” His warm brown eyes twinkled with mischief and Cassie hated it.
Cassie took the time to check her hair before she responded. “You’ve seen me now. Or is there something else you want?”
“I’d like to see were that tattoo goes.”
She looked at the glimpse of her tattoo on her right side in mirror and when she looked up, he was behind her. In a split second, she tore up that little rulebook that lived in her mind. This was an itch only he could scratch. “I think I’m going to call it a night. If you need a lift, be outside in 5 minutes.”
Cassie could sense that she was on the verge of making the potentially biggest mistake of her life. She should care but she really couldn’t. She wanted him and she was going to have him.
It was cruel but she waited 15 mins before she left the club. If he wanted it, she was going to make him wait for it. It was more fun that way. He was stood outside distracted his phone, giving her an opportunity to slip past him to her car. She was already about 15 feet away by the time he looked up and he walked fast to catch up to her.
“That was a strange 5 minutes.”
Cassie smirked as strolled through the car park with him following like an obedient puppy. “I guess I lost track of time.”
“Nice ride.” He remarked as he pulled open the passenger door of her Aston Martin Rapide.
“I wonder if I’ll get to say the same later.” She smirked as the car roared to life. “Perhaps I can teach you how to drive properly.”
“So you do know who I am.”
“It’s my job to know.”
Cassie had to admire the man. He knew exactly what he wanted and judging by the hand caressing her bare thigh, he wanted it soon. She hated it but she had to admit it, she was ready for him.
She pulled into the carpark of a 24hr Tesco store, parking up in a darkened, empty corner. If she was really going to shag a Premier League footballer in a car park, then she wanted to minimise the chances of getting caught.
He was the first to climb into the back, but she lingered in the front. “Getting lonely back here.”
Cassie climbed into the back and immediately on his lap. His arms wrapped around her, giving her no room to back out. “You’re making me break my own rules. “
“Oh, bad girl. What rule is that?”
“Don’t. fuck. Footballers.”