Taming the varsity player
"Mike, you don't understand how the real world works for people like me. The board looks at names and bank accounts first. With my mum away, I'm doing this completely alone."
"You're not alone," Mike whispered, his left hand slowly sliding across the green felt of the desk until his long, warm fingers wrapped gently around my wrist. The contact sent a sharp, electric shock straight up my arm, making my pulse leap wildly beneath his touch. "And you need to write it with the same stubborn, beautiful fire you use when you're putting me in my place. Don't beg them for a seat at the table, Gilbert. Tell them you’re coming to take it."
MIKE