Sage "The Finisher" Trinity is one of the top wrestlers in the World Entertainment Association. At 32 years old he had it all; good career, money, fame, women, a great family, good friends, and an assistant that made his life easier. But not only was Presley his right hand, she was his best-friend.
Being the personal assistant to a superstar is not as exciting as it may seem. At least that was Presley Ford’s opinion. At 30 years old, her life was to run someone’s life. Her job was demanding twenty four hours a day, and seven days a week. Keeping Sage happy was simply exhausting.
After years of putting up with Mr. Attitude, Presley decided enough was enough, and prepared to walk away from his life forever. That was until a stunt went wrong, so very wrong.
Will Presley lose "The Finisher" forever? Or will she get the courage to tell him the secrets that reside in heart before it’s too late?
“What are you suggesting, Matthew?” His tone had been devious and Presley was intrigued.
A slow grin spread across Matt’s handsome face. “Make him jealous.”
Presley laughed hysterically. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that? We’re just friends.”
“Uh-huh and I am just mildly sexy. Why don’t we try it and see?”
“And I’m supposed to do what? Date you?” Presley laughed, but when Matt didn’t, she froze. “You want him to think we’re dating?”
“Two of his best friends, dating? Hell yeah, it will piss him off. Plus, think about it, I’ll be letting you use me. That makes you the envy of all WEA’s female fan base, and then some,” Matt said with confidence.
“And if that doesn't work,” Matt added, “wear low cut tops, and bend over in front of him. That'll get him out of the bed to follow you around.”
Presley laughed for the third time since they started their conversation. You said you’d try anything. It can’t hurt.
“Okay, let’s do it. How soon do you want to start?”
“That’s my girl. I’ve got an idea. Follow me.”
Matt dragged her to stand outside Sage’s room. “Stay out here, and make sure he doesn’t see you. Just listen.”
Presley followed instructions and stayed outside. She listened as the men greeted each other and talked about sports, women—gag! —and WEA updates. Your typical male conversation.
“Where the heck is Pres with my ice cream? It’s been an hour.” Sage looked anxious. “Did you see her as you were coming in? She was heading out as you got here.”
“Yeah, I saw her.” Presley could imagine the grin Matt had spread across his face. “But I doubt she’s getting you ice cream.”
“Why the hell not?” Sage sounded outraged.
“Cause she’s probably getting ready for our date.” Matt, you’re freaking brilliant! Great timing.
“Date? What date!?” Sage said the word date with disgust.
“You didn’t know? Presley and I have been dating.” Presley caught a hint of amusement in Matt’s tone.
“Since when?” Sage roared in his ‘Finisher’ tone.
Matt kept his voice even; what a pro he was. “A week or so. I gotta tell you, man, she’s hot. We’ve had some good nights together.”
Presley had to cover her mouth to drown her laughter. Matt was playing the part perfectly.
“Explain what you mean by good,” Sage demanded to know. “And good better not mean fuck.”
“Well, then I ain’t explaining,” Matt said casually.
“You? You and Presley? Presley and you? Fucked!?” Sage was outraged.
“You’re not happy for us? I mean the sex was phenomenal. Your two best friends getting it on? Hell, I would be happy for you. I do gotta thank you, man, for not going there. Now I can have Pres all to myself. I can’t wait to get her alone tonight and spank her ass.”