They both got done at about the same time. Jeremy came downstairs wearing a sleeveless shirt and grey sweatpants and instantly stopped when he saw Alexandra starting to jog on the treadmill; her leggings emphasized her shape and made her butt stand out.
As much as Jeremy was a gentleman, he couldn't resist the tractor beam of her leggings. He shook his body to refocus as he needed to be a coach for Alexandra.As she was wrapping up warming up for training, Jeremy let her know that a buddy of his who was currently playing linebacker in NAFL for Houston sent him a workout that should work for her with some modifications. He gave Alexandra the printed workout to get her thoughts.She examined it and agreed to try it out with some changes, as Cupid sent Jeremy the reps and sets that he used.As they started the workout, Alexandra spoke up, " I thought about this more from yesterday regarding you asking questions about me to coach me better and get to know me. I thought it would only be fair to do like twenty questions with each other that way, I could get to know my coach better outside of the information everyone knows from television. If you think that's fair? "Jeremy thinks about it, and it was fair. Also, he wanted to get to know Alexandra better anyhow. Jeremy replies, " Ok, that's fine with me. Ladies ask first tho. "Alexandra laughs, responding, " You're such a gentleman. I'm going to hit you with a big one out of the gate. Is it true that you've never had a girlfriend throughout high school and college? "Jeremy chuckles before answering, " You are going hard out of the gate. I'm surprised that you remember that interview on draft day. The answer is yes, that's true. I have never had a girlfriend. I haven't had the chance to be sociable and look for a partner since I got drafted. I know I'm weird. "Jeremy nervously laughs, then continues, " How did you get into football? Did you play college ball? "She smiles and says, "I don't think you're weird. You are driven and focused on your goals. I understand how you weren't looking for a relationship after you were drafted. To answer your question, my father was basically a career backup in the NAFL; that's how I got into football. I didn't play in college; I went to Ole Miss for my first two years, then transferred to Colorado to be closer to my mom's family."He nodded along, and it made sense. " well, I, for one, am glad you made it back to the centennial state. "" My turn. " she beamed, " So this is a fancy joint! Why did you pick the better homes and gardens cover house? You seem more a modern fancy apartment type."Jeremy let out a short laugh. "fancy apartment? I have to say that one stings, I like to think of myself as a classical guy. Having a house and land is the quintessential American dream, after all. Glad you think it's good enough for a magazine; I'll give the gardener your regards." he teased, noticing the slight flush entering her cheeks. "I wouldn't mind giving you a tour sometime. By the way, I'm glad your gate code worked."She smiled at the offer, " I would love a tour. We could do it after the workout if you're up for it. You know, since I'm already here.""That's great, and I know it's getting late. I could cook dinner for us." Jeremy saidAlexandra blushed further. "Wow, dinner and a tour. For a guy who never had a girlfriend, that's pretty smooth." Jeremy chuckled.The two continued the workout, and Alexandra admitted that the Cupid program did feel like a game-changer. There was also an air of ease when working with Jeremy. It was like he was going out with an old friend you'd known for ages.Afterward, the pair headed out of the gym and to a side room."Well," Jeremy began, "this is as good a place as any to start our tour. This is my recovery room. I've got all the basics plus a few extras. The cryotherapy chamber, for one. Then there's the hydro massage table. Feel free to use these after your workouts if you want. "Alexandra's eyes widened, "Wow, this is some setup, flat screen and all. Let me guess. You binge-watch real housewives during your messages."Jeremy had to laugh, " Not hardly; I'll be honest here, more often than not, I'm listening to music or watching reruns of old shows or movies. "She stuck out her tongue. " Aww, you're no fun. So where to next? "He pondered this for a moment, " let's take the side door out, and I'll give you a quick tour of the exterior. "Once outside, Alexandra was treated to a picturesque patio set up with multiple seating areas and a fire pit. Not only that, but the intricately sculpted walls felt like you had stepped onto a property somewhere in the south of France." Is that a pond? " she questions, walking over to a water feature to the right of the patio.Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. " Yeah, it is; there are a few koi in there too. If you want to follow me, I can take you up to the deck and the pool."Alexandra tried her best not to seem overly enthusiastic." That sounds great. "The pool was huge, and the deck was just as welcoming, with a fully equipped kitchen and grill station. " I bet your summer parties are legendary. "" I'm not much of a big party guy, believe it or not; I don't mind a few friends or family over. Having a house full of people just isn't my scene, though. "He's gorgeous and down to earth?! She thought to herself, how is he not locked down yet?" No, I agree, " she said, following him back inside.They made their way through a living area that was equal parts cozy and modern. She could see why Jeremy liked this place. It had the kind of charm you didn't see anymore.Passing across the entry hall, she looked at the expansive staircase heading upstairs. " what's up there? "" Bedrooms and bathrooms mostly; Feel free to head up after you freshen up while I make dinner if you're like me and need to be clean after working out. " Jeremy said as they entered the kitchen." Thanks, I'll be taking you up on that. " she smiled.The kitchen was another hem of the house. Marble counters and all stainless steel appliances. Everything a cook could want and then some. The dining room was just across, sporting warm hardwood floors and a table large enough for company.They headed out of the east wing of the downstairs and into the west. A hallway opened to a large room with wooden floors and paneling. It felt very Mad Men to Alexandra. It screamed class and old Hollywood style."This is the study; I spend a decent amount of time here. It's quiet, and I can think about things attached to the study is the cigar room. " Jeremy said, running his hand over one of the large oak bookcases." I could see how you could unwind after a hard day in here. "Alexandra said" Well, you've pretty much seen everything. I hope you don't mind having ginger stir-fry with chicken & bell peppers over brown rice. I don't mean to brag, but I take my post-workout meals seriously. " Jeremy said with a grin.She laughed " I think stir-fry sounds terrific. "Alexandra headed to the bedroom she had changed in before, and of course, the bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the house. She wondered what the other rooms looked like. After showering quickly, She changed into a pair of shorts and lost fitting band t-shirt. She almost laughed at how casual she looked in a place as lovely as this. But then, Jeremy wasn't precisely the designer fashion guy either. Alexandra went upstairs to check out the rest of the historic house, and the other rooms were unique in their own way. She made her way back down the steps, and the rich smells of herbs of stir-fry wafted to her nose from the kitchen. Jeremy was plating up a pair of bowls on the counter bar when she entered."That smells like heaven," she said, hopping onto one of the bar stools.Jeremy mounted one beside her, covering her with a glass of water." Let's hope it tastes just as good as it smells, then. "Of course, the stir-fry was excellent, and the conversation was even more so. Words seemed to flow so quickly between them. It was during this conversation and the second helpings of dinner that Jeremy posed a question."Say... I have a favor to ask. Now, before I do, I want you to know you can feel free to say no. I have to go to a special event tomorrow, and I can't tell you how much I hate going to these things. That is to say, I also hate going alone. I'm not sure if you're into that or even available for it, but would you mind being my plus one? " Jeremy's ears grew red, and she could help but find it cute." A Special Event? Wow, that sounds fancy, " she commented." Black tie, actually, and if you go to Calypso's tomorrow after tryouts, they will take care of you for tomorrow night's event. Go ahead and get the whole 9 yards. Tell them to put it on Davis #3 account and I'll take care of the tab since you're helping me out. " Jeremy remarked.Alexandra put on her best poker face." Well, I guess . " she drawled, watching him squirm a bit before smiling at him." Yeah, of course I will. Shopping for a fancy event, I might be sporty, but I'm still a girl. Plus, it sounds like fun. "He let out a sigh of relief. " Thanks. Believe me when I say you're doing me a huge favor. "After dinner, Alexandra and Jeremy said their goodbyes, and they'll see each other at the Outlaws' tryouts in the morning as she headed home. Her mind was full of images from the day as she slid into bed that night—the Grand house, the great conversation, not to mention the surprise invitation to such an exclusive event. More than that, she thought of Jeremy as she drifted to sleep with intimate thoughts.As Alexandra falls asleep, she dreams of Jeremy. Alexandra is in Jeremy's kitchen; Jeremy has just gotten home and comes toward her, smiling with satisfaction with having caught sight of Alexandra.Alexandra notices the fire of passion in Jeremy's eyes as he moves toward her." How was your day? " Alexandra says serenely at the sight of Jeremy." It was alright, but it's better now. " Jeremy quickly says." How is it bet... " Alexandra made an effort to respond but couldn't complete her question as Jeremy reached her and kissed her on the lips passionately. She ceases trying to finish her sentence; lets herself embrace the moment as she knows what he implied. She lets out a small moan; as she moans, he has to taste her; he starts to galocher with her." O Mon Amour, " He gasps as he kisses down her neck while lightly caressing her body with his hands starting with her fingertips and moving down her arms towards her navel. He takes her shirt off and then kisses her on those jaw-droppin
The table is shaking; she's going that hard. She can feel that he's about to explode, and she vice-grips his sword with a few more hard thrusts; they both will get ecstasy. Right before she's finished, Alexandra wakes up throwing herself up, sweating, breathing hard, and extremely wet. " I can't believe this; I had a wet dream about Jeremy, and I'm still horny. " she thinks.Alexandra huffs and puffs as she needs to take care of herself, but she has to prepare for the tryouts. She grabs her bullet and heads for the shower to accomplish both. " Jeremy will be at the tryouts; what will I do? I don't want to see him immediately, not after my dream. You know what? I'm going to concentrate on the tryouts and ignore him. " thinking to herself.She gets ready for the day and heads out to the tryouts. Once she gets to the field, she heads to the coaches to check in for the tryouts.Coach Kuttin sees her and says, " Alex, you don't need to be here. You have earned a spot on the team, or are yo
"Ditto..." Heather chirped, her jaw nearly dropping. "Well, is it... Ok?" Alexandra asked, noticing the blank look on the girl's face. The pair exchanged a look before Heather said. "If the sex came in fabric form... You found it. We love it." Alexandra rolled her eyes. "I still want to look classy, ya know." "You look amazing. Trust us; I wish like hell I could look that fabulous." Just then, a sales girl peeked in the private dressing area. "Parden me ladies, I couldn't help but overhear. I should let you know that Mr. Davis is extending his tab to cover your friends if they want to peruse our selection. We do have nonformal accessories, as well as shoes." Heather slapped the arm of the chair and pointed at Alexandra. "Girl, if you don't marry him, I will." Soon after, they check out, each getting a dress, accessories, and a pair of heels as they didn't want to take advantage of Jeremy's generosity. Alexandra heads to get ready for the special event that Jeremy is taking her
Then Jeremy pops the big question: " How would you like to be kissed? "Alexandra finishing her bite of cheesecake, looks at him a little shocked, then says with a sassy smirk, " You know, I always thought that everyone should strive to have chivalry. It used to be so noble to have chivalry that great knights would have the combined qualities that made up chivalry. When women are chivalrous, they should be honored for doing so, while men should have it in their mind that it should be a standard to be chivalrous and strive to be noble like a knight. When men are chivalrous, they show their feminine side, showing that they are thinking about others above themselves and also caring for others. You're the prime example of the modern-day chivalrous knight. You're always putting others first and taking care of them. You make sure that everyone is treated fairly and equally. Even now, instead of taking a chance with a 50/50 chance of succeeding or ruining a perfectly good relationship, You a
Her hand touched and caressed the rugged flesh bringing it to life. Jeremy reaches down, pushing his trousers the rest of the way off, leaving them in a messy crumple on the bedroom floor, his belt clanging against the hardwood, the only sound in the room they're panting breaths as they grasped for each other in the dark clinging and wanting. He sets up fingers, nimbly dancing along the back seam of her dress to unzip it, feeling the soft silk fabrics pool in his hands as he lifts it over her head and tosses it to parts unknown in the bedroom. She threw her head back in a long and husky moan; his lips and tongue tantalized her throat and collarbone. Positioning herself as she straddled him, sliding her most intimate places with his own feeling hot partying of flesh as she settled onto his lap. Alexandra cooed with appreciation. Their body's moving in unison, a sensual dance of passion and fire. Lips crashing in moments of lustful ecstasy. Each gasped, and another kiss captured brea
Jeremy smiles, then says, " A movie buff, huh? I'll have to remember that. I'm also a movie buff, so we'll definitely have some fun times. You're right, let's go to bed, and I can finish my workout when we get up in a few hours, then I'll make breakfast. "They head back to Jeremy's bedroom and end up snuggling to sleep on his California King bed for the next five hours till Jeremy's alarm goes off.Alexandra groans, huffing and puffing, letting out, " Come on, you've got to be kidding. Who gets up this early on a Sunday also!!! Who are you for not switching that off after blowing my back out. That shit is rude I need my damn beauty sleep." she growls slapping him on the back repeatedly.Jeremy smiles and chuckles, then says, " I get up this early every morning to work out. I'm going to finish up my workout, and you can come join me if you want, or you can go back to sleep, and I'll still make breakfast after I'm done. "She sighs and thinks for a second, then responds, "Yeah, well, n
Once they got back to the house, he started setting up the ice bath for Alexandra and told her that he’d be right back. He comes back with a shirt and shorts for the ice bath. “ I’m going to start on breakfast, and it’ll be ready once you’re done with the ice bath. Enjoy! “As Jeremy leaves the room, she starts to unwind and takes a deep breath while changing. Alexandra gradually sits in the ice bath, and she takes some pleasure as her aching legs begin to get some relief as she sinks into the tub. She lets her mind drift off as she closes her eyes, wondering how it would be to have all of this equipment around on a daily basis and how her career would be. All of a sudden, the timer goes off. “ fifteen minutes goes by so fast. “ she thinks to herself as her eyes open and while she gets out of the tub to dry off. Alexandra changes her clothes to her workout clothes from earlier. She brings out the damp shirt and shorts out with her as she finds Jeremy in the kitchen finishing up break
As Jeremy gets home, he turns on the heater to the pool. He got the patio set up and food prepped. A text comes saying that they just left the locker room and going to get ready and would be over there in about an hour, as Alicia took an eternity to get cleaned up from practice. Speaking of taking an eternity, back at the Outlaws’ locker room, the girls were more than ready for a night out. Well, most of them, anyway.“Holy tap dancing, Christ Alicia, can you be any slower!” Heather moaned, slinging her bag over one shoulder. Alexandra wasn’t fairing much better for the wait. The redhead, having already given up on standing altogether, was lying on a bench using her bag as a pillow and playing some puzzle game on her phone.“Good luck with that, “ Alexandra said, yawning, “She’s like watching grass grow.”“I heard that!” Alicia shouted from the showers. Heather shook her head, “Well, hear this! If you don’t move it, we will leave you! Step it up, princess! Knees to chest!”Suddenly
The late October air in Denver was crisp, the city shimmering under a cloudless sky as reporters, photographers, and Cannibals fans poured into the Denver Coliseum. The press conference room buzzed with anticipation, today was not just another signing day. Today, the Colorado Cannibals would introduce two of the most talked-about women in football: Alexandra Jordan and Heather Wammack. The stakes were high, the scrutiny intense, and the future uncertain.Jeremy Davis stood at the podium, his suit sharp, his posture radiating both pride and nerves. Behind him, a long table was set for the day’s stars: Head Coach Jenifer Walter, Alexandra, Heather, and the team’s new media director, who was already juggling calls and camera crews. The Cannibals’ black, purple and crimson banners framed the stage, bold and defiant— a fitting backdrop for a team daring to rewrite the rules.Jeremy tapped the microphone, the room quieting instantly. “Thank you all for coming. Today is a special day for the
The Denver skyline shimmered in the crisp October sunlight, the city’s pulse quickening with the promise of a new football era. Alexandra Jordan sat cross-legged on her apartment couch, a mug of coffee cooling between her hands, when her phone buzzed with an incoming call. The name on the screen—Jenifer Walter—sent a flutter through her chest. She took a steadying breath and answered.“Hey, Coach.”“Alexandra, good morning!” Jenifer’s voice was bright but businesslike. “I wanted to catch you before the press conference this afternoon. We’ve got some news.”Alexandra straightened, curiosity piqued. “What’s up?”“We’ve agreed to terms and signed Trisha Steinmetz as our quarterback, along with a couple of other pieces. We’ll be announcing the signings later today. I wanted you to hear it from me first, not the media.”Alexandra’s eyebrows rose. “Trisha, huh? I’m not surprised. She’s a baller, and Jeremy was her QB coach last year. Her game really jumped a level under him.”Jenifer chuckl
The conference room inside the Denver Coliseum was a world apart from the roaring crowds and the echoing footsteps of hopeful athletes. Here, the air hummed with anticipation and the scent of strong coffee. Sunlight spilled through tall windows, illuminating stacks of scouting reports, video tablets, and two thick binders—one marked “JENIFER” in bold, the other “JEREMY.”At the head of the table, Jeremy Davis leaned forward, elbows braced, a familiar spark in his eyes. Across from him, Jenifer Walter sat with her own notepad, her posture relaxed but her gaze razor-sharp. This was the heart of the Colorado Cannibals’ future: two football minds, one vision, and the daunting task of sculpting a 25-player roster that would not just compete, but define a new era.The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the occasional shuffle of paper or the tap of a stylus. They’d already spent hours debating schemes, culture, and the kind of team they wanted to build. Now, it was time for
Alexandra Jordan’s downtown apartment, perched high above a city lit in electric gold, was a familiar after-practice haven for her best friends—and fellow Denver Outlaws teammates—Heather and Alicia. The coffee table was cluttered with takeout boxes, cans of sparkling water, and the scarred deck of cards they used when deep talks called for a distraction. The TV muttered game highlights into the background, unheeded.Tonight, the air was different. After nearly an hour of mindless TV and the usual banter, Alexandra finally spilled what had been on her mind since her dinner with Jenifer Walter at The Gold Cleat.“So that’s what happened,” she finished, tracing the rim of her glass as she watched Heather and Alicia’s reactions. “Jenifer was…straight with me. And for the first time, it felt like someone really saw what was going on inside my head, not just what everyone expects from me on the field.”Heather, lounged out on the couch in sweats, flashed her a reassuring smile. “It sounds
Downtown Denver pulsed with twilight energy as neon signs flickered alive and laughter spilled out of bustling bistros. Inside The Gold Cleat—part high-end steakhouse, part sports shrine—Jenifer Walter and Alexandra Jordan sat tucked in a corner booth. Polished cutlery and stemless glasses sparkled under golden light. Football memorabilia—framed jerseys, signed balls, old newspaper clippings—climbed the walls. But tonight, the famous faces and heroic headlines faded into the background, leaving just two women, a table of food, and the unfinished business of dreams and wounds.For a while, they just enjoyed the simple pleasure of a hot meal and the company of someone who understood the grind. Jenifer was in her signature sharp black blazer and jeans; Alexandra wore her hair in a simple ponytail, crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves. They swapped stories—two warriors swapping battle tales.“So there was this one game back in the WFL,” Jenifer grinned, forking into her steak, “third-a
The whir of the electric razor buzzed lightly as Jeremy Davis finished trimming his beard in the mirror, his thoughts swirling with anticipation and anxiety. The Denver morning was brisk, sunlight spilling over the snow-capped Rockies and into the window of his high-rise apartment. He straightened his navy tie, tugged the knot just right, and pulled on a tailored charcoal suit—sharp, modern, understated but strong. Today was the day ESPN came to town. Today was another day to set the record straight.His phone chimed—a message from Melissa, reassuring and efficient as always.“Camera crew’s setting up. You’re on at 10. They brought extra lights. Usual interview room.”Jeremy smiled. He could count on Melissa. He could count on Jenifer Walter, too—his new head coach had already spent the morning in the film room breaking down last year’s tape with the Cannibals’ scouting staff. For the first time in a long while, Jeremy felt like the organization was exactly where it should be: at the
Morning sunlight slanted through the office window, splashing across the polished wood of Jeremy Davis’s desk. The Denver Coliseum was waking up, full of purposeful footsteps and distant shouts, but Jeremy still felt like he was living in a half-dream. The last week had been a whirlwind: press conferences, Jennifer Walter’s hiring, and an endless stream of speculation from every corner of the sports world.He sat back in his chair, still savoring the small, quiet moments before his schedule took over. His phone buzzed, vibrating insistently across the desk. Without looking at the caller ID, he picked up—old habits from his coaching days when any call could be a crisis.“Jeremy Davis,” he answered.A familiar, grating laugh oozed through the receiver. “Well, well, Jeremy! Didn’t know you were taking tips from the Pelaratti playbook these days.”Jeremy’s free hand curled into a fist. “Tommy Pelaratti,” he said, his voice flat.“The one and only!” Tommy’s voice dripped with sleazy confid
Jeremy’s office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant echo of footsteps in the Denver Coliseum’s hallways. He sat at his desk, phone pressed to his ear, heart pounding as he waited for Jenifer Walter’s answer. The world outside might have been spinning with rumors and speculation, but in this moment, everything hinged on a single word.There was a pause—a breath, a heartbeat, a lifetime—then Jenifer’s voice came through, clear and steady. “Jeremy, I’ll take the job. I want to be the Head Coach of the Colorado Cannibals.”Jeremy exhaled, a grin spreading across his face. He kept his composure, but his voice was electric with excitement. “Jenifer, we’re going to do great things together. In addition to being Head Coach, you’ll be Assistant General Manager and have a real say over personnel decisions. I want to say this before anyone in the media or anywhere else gets the wrong idea: I’m hiring you because I believe you’ll lead the Cannibals to great
Jeremy Davis stood at the podium, the glare of television lights painting his suit in harsh relief. The press conference room inside the Denver Coliseum was packed—sportswriters, TV crews, bloggers, and a sea of Colorado Cannibals fans pressed against the back wall. The air buzzed with anticipation, the kind that comes before a storm, and Jeremy could feel every eye fixed on him.He gripped the edge of the podium, steadying himself. “Thank you all for coming,” he began, his voice resonant and calm. “I want to thank everyone at the Wild West Indoor Football League, the Colorado sports fans, and the media for your support and dedication to this team. Today marks an exciting new chapter for the Colorado Cannibals.”A ripple of camera clicks and shifting bodies swept through the room.Jeremy continued, “As many of you know, Terrell Hillis has accepted a position as the running backs coach for the Denver Mustangs in the NAFL. I want to wish Terrell the best in this new opportunity. He’s mo