Taming the varsity player
"The scouts were just telling me they are ready to draft you for the upcoming university season. You'll be entering the collegiate circuit exactly where you belong."
"Thank you, Dad," I said smoothly, my grip on Eloise's waist tightening imperceptibly, my expression a polite, untouchable mask.
"It’s wonderful to see you supporting our Mike, dear," my mother smiled thinly at Eloise, completely oblivious to the real nature of our bond. "We love seeing him surround himself with... proper company."
ELOISE
I forced a polite smile, my internal thoughts looping with a heavy, sharp awareness of the danger we were playing with. They don't know, I thought, a thrill of toxic excitement and deep fea