Naked Ambition. Dan Roberts
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Название: Naked Ambition
Автор: Dan Roberts
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Триллеры
isbn: 9781456617301
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Nick cringed as he heard Clarkson use the word ‘buddy.’ Now calling upon more of his acting ability, Nick took a huge breath, encouraging his whole body to relax. It worked. As he exhaled it was as if his entire body melted into the seat. He wanted to cry—in fact, he tried to cry—but the tears didn’t come. He was too nervous. Stage fright, he thought to himself.
Clarkson noticed the change in Nick’s posture. In response, the coach almost whispered, “I understand. I really do.” He then moved his hand onto Nick’s neck and began to massage it. Nick closed his eyes as the massaging continued for what seemed like several minutes. Although it felt very good, he didn’t like the fact that it was Clarkson doing it. Especially since he hadn’t asked Nick’s permission. But Nick let it go on for a brief time since he really didn’t know what to do. That is, until Clarkson unbuckled his seat belt and began moving closer. Fearing a hug—possibly more—coming from the coach, Nick opened his eyes, moved slightly away from Clarkson and said, abruptly, “I think we’d better get going, Coach.”
Taking the hint, Clarkson’s hand dropped to his side as he backed off and, once again, settled back into the driver’s seat. “Yeah,” he said, a bit reluctantly, “I guess we should.”
It was about ten minutes later that the Lexus pulled onto the driveway of the Baker residence. As Nick reached for the door handle, he said, “Thanks for the lift, Coach.” He was already holding his day pack in his left hand and was just ready to get out of the car when Clarkson said, “Nick, can I ask a favor?”
“Sure. What is it?”
Clarkson picked up an almost empty water bottle. “Looks like I’m in need of some water. I’m really thirsty. Do you mind if I come in and fill this up?” Nick was pretty sure what this meant, that Clarkson had a plan in mind. And it wasn’t only about getting water.
As nonchalantly and naturally as possible, Nick said, “Well, yeah. No problem. But, tell you what, Coach. I’ll save you a trip.” Nick zipped open his daypack, pulled out a plastic water bottle, one he had pulled from the ice chest on the field, and thrust it in Clarkson’s direction. “Here you go. Never been opened. And it’s still cold.”
“Oh,” said Clarkson, seemingly perplexed. “Thanks.”
As Nick proceeded to get out of the car, he noted the look of disappointment on Clarkson’s face. It was when Nick was just about to close the door that Clarkson said, “Hey, Nick. You like to swim?”
Nick grinned. “Sure. I love it.”
“Well, you’ll have to come over to my place sometime. I’ve got a great pool in the backyard. It’s there for you anytime you want.”
Nick forced a smile as he said, “Hey, thanks, Coach. I’ll have to remember to stuff my swimsuit into my pack. Never know when I might get the urge.”
The next words from Clarkson were surprisingly bold, ones that actually stunned Nick. “That’s okay, Nick. No need of a suit if you come to my place.” Nick thought he saw the coach wink at that point. Seeing that Nick was taken aback by his statement, Clarkson followed with, “I’ve got extra swim suits at home.” And then, as if to tease, he added, “That is, if you decide to wear one.”
It didn’t take a genius to understand what the coach was offering—a chance for Nick to swim naked in his pool. Not wanting to dwell on that for long, Nick said, “Well, I’m outta here,” and shut the door. But not before Clarkson said, “Good night, Nick.”
As Nick walked to the Baker’s kitchen door, he thought about those parting words. His conclusion: it’s not a good night at all. At least, not with Clarkson on the loose.
IT WAS AROUND 9:30 WHEN ZACH called Nick. “So, how did it go? With Clarkson, I mean.”
Nick was quick with his reply. “Dude, he was trying to put the move on me.” He told Zach how the coach touched him in the car and tried moving closer to him. Also about how he tried to get inside the Baker residence by asking for water. Then, Nick said, “He ended with an invitation to come swim in his pool—naked.”
“Oh, god. So what are you gonna do next?”
“Not sure. I really wasn’t ready for anything major tonight. Quite frankly, his come-on was a surprise to me. But I gotta think of something soon. I wanna get that son-of-a-bitch off the streets as soon as possible.”
THURSDAY
WEEK ONE
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