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It had been a month since Cassie and Jack’s rendezvous in her car and it still played on Cassie’s mind.
She’d go to sleep and wake up in the dead of night slick with sweat and panting. One time she had woken to find her hand in her pyjama shorts. It was guilt that she was feeling, and she couldn’t hold it in any longer. Confessing was the only way to appease her conscience.
After requesting a meeting with the FA, Cassie admitted to what she had done, leaving her fate in their hands. Mercifully, they agreed to keep her in place on the proviso that she restrained herself from sleeping with her players in future. She had agreed, determined that it would never happen again.
Her thoughts of Jack had reduced dramatically since the meeting, and she had managed to resume of her dating life without him unwittingly ruining it.
It eventually reached the point where she had packed that night away in the back of her mind. She could ignore it with practised ease.
And then she saw him again….
First day when the players arrived at St George’s Park, he gave her that look at had so easily disarmed her the first time they had met. She knew that she could never be alone with him, lest she forget herself.
Cassie had to admit to herself that she was sexually attracted to him, in a way that she hadn’t felt in a long time.
He was everything her Grandmother warned her about. Arrogant, laddish, and lacking in the brain department.
So what was it about him that made her so enamoured?
His eyes were on her whenever they were in the same room. His gaze made her burn and she only just managed to maintain her composure around him. The last thing she wanted was to give the game away to the others. She was not prepared to explain away the weirdness between them.
It couldn’t be avoided; she would have to address it with him in private. The one and only time she was prepared to be alone with him.
It was around 10pm and the players had started to filter back to their rooms for the night. Cassie had waited patiently for Jack to head to bed, and she managed to catch him before he went to his room. “Jack, a word please.”
“What’s up, Red?”
Cassie rolled her eyes as she led him to a quiet area. No way was she taking him to her room; that would be fatal. “I’m only going to address this with you once, Jack. We had a one night stand; it will never happen again so stop watching me constantly. I don’t want the others to start asking questions about the weirdness.”
He made a move towards her, causing her to move back into she was against a wall. “You want me to forget that night?”
“You have to. I’m supposed to be the manager and part of that is not fucking my own players.” Cassie gulped down a breath that had been caught in her throat, as he approached her with that look in his eye. “Please, Jack….”
“Please…..” He purred as lips were just millimetres from hers. “Please, what?”
“Fuck..” She muttered as she could feel herself ready to give in. He was a bad habit that she didn’t want to quit. His hands were planted to the wall, each side of her head and she was trapped. The touch of his lips on hers was so light that it took time for her acknowledge the contact.
Just as she gave into him, welcoming his searing kiss, a noise nearby told them that they weren’t alone. Cassie pushed Jack away and rushed to her room. She moved so fast that she missed the person who had surely seen what transpired between them.
Once in the safe sanctuary of her room, Cassie chastised herself yet again for being so stupid. She promised the FA that she wouldn’t be so foolish again and yet she was so willing to throw herself into Jack with abandon.
She was not going win this battle.