2016 NFL Postseason: Complete Coverage of The Baller by Vi Keeland
The first time I met Brody Easton was in the menâs locker room. Â Â It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.
The famed quarterback decided to bare all. Â Â And by all, I donât mean he told me any of his secrets. Â
No. Â The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. Â On camera. Â Â The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobbyâscrewing with me.
When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.
But I donât date players. Â
And itâs not because Iâm one of the few women working in the world of professional football. Iâd date an athlete.  Â
Itâs the other kind of player I donât date. Â Â
You know the type.  Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid. Brody Easton was the ultimate player. Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.
But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for. Turned out, I was that girl. Simple right?
Letâs face it.  It never is. Thereâs a story between once upon a time and happily ever after⌠Â
And this one is ours.
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âYou ready?â Nick slung his bag over his shoulder and lifted his camera. The reporter in front of us wrapped up his interview and shook hands with Easton.
As Iâll ever be. âSure.â
I stepped forward and extended my hand. âIâm Delilah Maddox with WMBC Sports News.â
A slow grin spread across Eastonâs face. He surprised me by leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. âPleasure to meet you.â
I wasnât sure if he was baiting me into an argumentâexpecting me to lash out at him for kissing me when heâd just shaken the last male reporterâs handâor if he was trying to use his blatant sexuality to throw me off. Either way, I wasnât playing his game. I cleared my throat and stood straighter, even though my knees felt a little wobbly.
âDo you mind if I ask you some questions?â
âWhy else would you be in here?â
I ignored his sarcasm. He was still smiling at me. Actually, it was more like a smirk, and it made me feel like a toy he was about to play with. âYou ready, Nick?â My cameraman finished setting up the lighting, then lifted the camera into position and gave me a hand signal.
âCongratulations on the win today, Brody. How is your knee feeling after your first game back?â I lifted my microphone high, knowing Nick was filming in close. Â
âI feelâŻ.âŻ.âŻ.âŻâ He nonchalantly reached to the towel wrapped around his waist and tugged at the corner. The towel fell to the ground. âGreat. I feel great. And how about you? Itâs your first trip into the locker room, isnât it? Do you like what you see so far?â His lips curled up into a full-blown wicked smile.
Before I could catch myself, my eyes dropped to his naked lower half. Shit. He was dangling in the wind. I totally got distracted by just how low the thing dangled. It was probably a full minute before I responded to his question. A full minute of dead air time. Great. âYes. UmmâŻ.âŻ.âŻ.âŻthe locker room isâŻ.âŻ.âŻ.âŻummmâŻ.âŻ.âŻ.âŻnice.â
I sounded like a total ditz. On air.
The jackass continued interviewing me. âIs it as big as you thought it would be?â
âUmmmâŻ.âŻ.âŻ.âŻitâs much bigger than I imagined.â
His smile grew even wider. Â
Ugh.
I needed to get back on track or my first locker room interview would become a laughingstock blooper. Viewers had no idea he was naked from the waist down. âDo you think you were at one hundred percent today?â
His eyebrows jumped. âIf youâre referring to todayâs game, definitely. I had one hundred percent out there on the field. Thereâre some other areas where I have a lot of growth potential, but my knee felt one hundred percent today.â
His pale green eyes darkened, and I watched his long lashes lower. I followed his line of sight, and suddenly I was staring at his naked package. Again. Damn it. My eyes darted back up, but I felt my cheeks heating. I had to end this, or I was going to be beet red on air.
âWell, welcome back. And congratulations on todayâs win.â
I waited until Nick lowered his camera and turned off the light. Then I looked right at Brody Eastonâs smug face. âYouâre an asshole, you know that?â
His eyes sparkled. âI do.â
I heard the chuckles and high fives at my back as I stormed out of the locker room.
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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!
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