Alex
I chuckle all the way back to my own room as I think about how feisty and fiery Madison Lane is. And a f*****g dog with her. Seriously? Still, it is kind of cute and it isn’t large. Could have been worse, she could have had a Rottweiler.
The way her hips sashayed as she moved around the room grabbed my interest. I need to remind myself this woman is off limits. I can’t even stand the fact that she is a journalist and sports reporter, nor that she has to be in my face practically 24/7 and that we have to fake date. God, what are my management team and coach thinking?
I throw myself down on the king-size bed, the one I never made this morning because I was too pissed that a live-in for six months was going to be turning up at my doorstep. Still, if you’re going to have someone com
