Nervous wasn't the word, petrified was more like it. I walked into the stadium heading left to the administrative offices.

"Dr. Johnson welcome to LA Metropolitan Field. I'm Tia Garrison your assistant." The brunette held out her hand and we shook.

"I've scheduled all your meetings for the day with the first one with the department but first let me give you a quick tour and show you where your office is located.

I must say I was impressed. My office was grand. Expensive furnishings along with a huge bathroom. A bar was set up in the corner with a conference table and leather chairs. I could see the city landscape through the massive windows straight ahead and the inside of the stadium on the other. There were a couple of bouquets of flowers from Sean and one from the organization with a gift basket of my favorite chocolates, nuts and wine. Not bad at all.

"In the blue folder are your credentials along with a security tag. You should always have your credentials as it opens the electronic doors to meeting rooms, the field and all secured entrances. You just need to show security if asked. If you don't have your parking tag, valet can park your car for you. Here is a map of the stadium and if you need an escort I can have someone from security here in minutes. If you need something, I'm extension two."

Looking down at the binder, she had highlighted my journey along with the names of coordinators and contacts, estimated time of arrival along with folders for each meeting with handouts. I could tell she was organized which I definitely needed. Sitting down I tried taking everything in. I was nervous.

My phone rang, it was my mother.

"Hey mom."

"I was just calling to wish you good luck on your first day."

"I'm nervous. Hopefully I can get over it."

"You will. I have every bit of confidence in you. You are deserving of this because you're the best person for the job."

"Thanks mom."

"Now you get off this phone and do your thang girl! I love you."

I had to laugh. She had never said that before and it sounded awkward coming out her mouth.

"Love you too."

I hung up and my phone rang but I didn't recognize the number so I let it go to voicemail. I grabbed all my folders putting them in my Saint Laurent bag courtesy of my high HCAHPS patient satisfaction score bonus from the hospital.

Three hours later...

It had been an exhausting morning. I had already been in two meetings and a consultation. After going over my notes and expectations with Tia, she handed me a private invite to a pregame party tonight at seven.

"I have Janice Cockrell coming with a few outfits for you to choose from for tonight's party. She's a personal shopper/stylist we use here at the organization. She has all your sizes and preferences thanks to Mr. Gipson. Everything will be dropped off after your three o'clock meeting."

"Thanks Tia." Wow I was getting spoiled already.

She smiled taking away a few acquisitions I had signed. I blew out a deep breath taking a moment to myself.

Knock Knock

"Come in." I looked up from my chair and Sean was walking in.

"Nice office."

I smiled. "Look at all my pretty flowers. You really do know how to make your wife feel special. Thank you." I walked around the desk and gave him a kiss.

"You know if this was my office, I would have you in my lap panting by now."

"Oh really?" I chuckled.

"I would," he winked and pulled me closer. There was a knock on the door.

"Boy, you've been saved."

"Damn it!"

"Come in."

"Dang girl! This mofo is off the chain," Jarreau said walking in. I walked over to him and we hugged. "Sean's office is smaller and mine well it's a closet. You sure this ain't Donald Trump's office?"

"I didn't see any orange hairs anywhere," we all laughed.

"Girl you looking good. You look so good, I'm sure your boy been feening since he walked in the door. You should have seen him while you were gone. Lizzy he was twitching like Gator, you know Samuel L. Jackson when he played in Spike Lee's Jungle Fever." He started doing the crackhead dance (which was an off key tap dance). I was dying.

"You got jokes, I see." Sean said rolling his eyes.

"Lizzy, I thought I was going to have to put him down. Every time I mentioned your name his eyes would water bout to cry like a baby. I was like damn bro, yo ass is whipped."

"Shut the fuck up J! Lizzy you know he lying."

"When you would call, he would be panting as if he wanted you to give him a treat. His ass shaking, I mean if he had a tail it would have fallen off by now. He would be so happy, that I would just shake my head. He was a pitiful little pussy."

"J, when your ass is on the ground don't be calling for yo woman."

"Wait! When did you get a woman?"

"Sean tripping."

"He's all up in Arianna Moretti."

"No I'm not. We just friends."

"Yeah for now. His ass scared that her family is going to whoop that ass if they find out."

"No I'm not. They not going to lay a hand on this ten million dollar bono fide money maker."

"That's a drop in the bucket for them."

"True, but Lizzy don't listen to him. Anyway, how are you? He told me you were in an accident. How are you feeling?"

I raised up my finger that was bandaged up. "Besides this, I'm good. Thanks for asking."

"You'll heal in no time."

"Two more weeks should do it."

"So now you concerned about Lizzy? That's right, anything to get off the Arianna subject."

"Sean, why you mad bro? The truth will set you free."

I replied, "hallelujah," raising up my hands. Jarreau and I were laughing so hard, I thought I had ruptured my appendix. Sean was not happy so I put my arm around his waist.

"Okay, that's enough J. Leave my hubby alone. I'm his Nefertiti and he's my Akhenaten. I missed him as much as he missed me. It was mutual." I stood on my tippy toes and kissed Sean on the cheek. He put his arm around my waist. With no delay he dipped me and gave me a kiss that left us both breathless. I'm not going to lie, if Jarreau wasn't standing a few feet away, I would be ass up on this new cedar desk.

"Damn you guys nasty. You two need to save the kissy kissy for the bedroom. This is a public building and don't nobody want to see all this."

"Don't be jealous bro," Sean said with a twist of sarcasm. "I can kiss my woman, you can't sucka."

Jarreau rolled his eyes and took a seat.

"How is the new ride Lizzy? I helped to pick it out. See if it was left up to me, I would have gotten you a truck. Better vehicle to have in an accident or spy mission." He winked. "They are way stronger than any exotic car ever made. A truck is practical. You can haul stuff, do the nasty, off road riding and fuck in the bed and fall asleep under the stars." He smiled.

"Let me guess, you've experienced that?"

"I can't be telling you all my bitness." He leaned back in the chair smiling from ear to ear.

"So what can I do for you gentlemen? I have another meeting with the athletic trainers at three."

"So, I was thinking we don't tell people we're married. They will think I got you this job instead of on your own merits."

I folded my arms.

"Just in case you have to tell someone they can't play and they get upset about it. I don't want to have to beat somebody up because you say something is wrong and they have to miss a game or more. It will be less confusing... you know what I mean?" He had a look of worry on his face.

"What did management say about this?"

"They said it's up to us. They didn't care one way or the other. Arianna said she hired you because you're the best person for this job, which I agree. You're smart as a whip and the guys here respect you. They know us as best friends already which they are cool with, don't get me wrong but being married they may feel some type of way."

"So you're worried about what other people say?"

"No, I just want to keep the confusion down."

"Do you not want me here?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." He raised a little from his chair. "You have no idea how happy I am you're here. I've been wishing for this forever. It's just that..."

"What Sean is trying to say is that most of the team knows you. They think you are the bomb shigitty. There are some guys who might not want to give you the respect you deserve. If you tell them something they don't like, they might have a tendency to not take kindly to your advice. It's nothing to do with your opinion or facts, it's a woman telling them this. Some of us, well males, might not like your take on their livelihood."

"Yeah what J said."

"So I'm suppose to bite my tongue?"

"No, but maybe have someone else deliver the news," Sean said.

"Why?"

"Because men have worse tempers than women."

"Have you seen a woman scorn? Have we not watched the movie, Spit On Your Grave 1,2 and 3?"

Sean cupped his crotch along with Jarreau doing the same and making a disgusted face.

"Look, I'm in a male dominated field. Only 5 percent of orthopedic surgeons are women. Do you think I've never been scrutinized? I had to work three hundred times harder to even be considered. I did double fellowship in surgical sports medicine and total joint replacement. I'm triple board certified boo. Don't let the exterior fool you, I can be the mother of all bitches. I'm Mozart with a scalpel but I can also be Layla Ali better yet your worse fucking nightmare and fuck you up with a smile on my face. Don't let the Mall City come out in me."

"She was a beast back then," Sean said laughing probably thinking about the times, I got into fights. Victorious ninety percent of the time.

"I'm okay with not telling people we are married. I still go by Johnson. No sweat, but if it gets out," we both looked at Jarreau, he made the zip your lip motion, "then what?"

Sean was quiet.

"I will stand my ground if I have too. I took this job not to bench players but to help this team reach their full potential. From what I see you have a strong team and it's my job to make sure that continues. Management, the medical community, my education and patients all believe in my medical judgement so you all should too. You guys don't have to question my judgement. If you feel like you do, there are many other specialists out there, don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya."

I walked back around to my desk.

"I'm sorry. We didn't mean to come off like you don't know what you're doing. I think you're awesome in everything you do, but being surrounded by mostly guys that can be assholes can be difficult I'm sure..."

"Sean, don't insult my intelligence. You know me better than anyone else here in this stadium, hell this whole earth. I can take care of myself. You should know ain't no mofo going to get away with disrespecting me. If they have a motive and I'm just not talking about players, but staff or anybody else, let it be known I will shut their asses down real quick so I don't need you to fight my battles. If you two don't mind, I have a meeting and I do not want to be late. Have a good practice." I sat up in my chair.

"Look Lizzy..."

"Bye Jarreau. By the way, stop putting so much pressure on your left knee or you will be needing a knee replacement. That's three to six months. You need to fix that."

"Ouch... I'm done. Thanks. Okay I'm out. Good talking to you." He basically jumped out the chair, waved and left.

"Lizzy don't be mad. I just wanted to warn you." Sean got up and walked around the corner of my desk kneeling on the side of me.

"I'm not. You've said everything I needed to know."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad."

"That left vein is saying something different."

I rolled my eyes turning to face him.

"I'm glad you're here. We get to see each other as often as we like. This is a bonus for me." He kissed me on the corner of my cheek holding my hands.

"Is this your way of apologizing for something? You trying to butter me up so I keep my mouth closed about our relationship?"

"You mean marriage?" He asked kissing my knee.

"Does it matter at this point?"

He raised up on his knees looking up at me.

"If you want to tell people I'm fine. I was just looking out for you."

"Thanks but I'm a big girl last time I checked. If it's easier I'm okay with not telling. But I want you to know that I can fight my own battles. I promise if I need your help, I'll ask, how about that?"

"I'm cool with that." He smiled.

"Let's shake on it." I held my hand out but he didn't.

"I thought you said you were cool?"

"I know a better way of sealing this deal." He raised up my dress. His green eyes as rare as they can be, darkened. He kissed my knee again while his hands took off my shoes and moved up my dress bringing my pantyhose down.

"We need to stop." That came out like a secret. I needed to clear my throat. "Sean..." I gripped the chair on both sides, closed my eyes and captured my bottom lip behind my teeth. I didn't have to do much but enjoy.

Damn him!!! Argh... ah...uhm...shit...yes...this is wrong...don't stop...oh yes...000h how did you do that! We need to sto...no too good...dang boy...I mean mane...that's it...you betta not stop...right there...almost...I feel it...shiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt, Saint Merde!!! Santo Mierda!!, heilige kak!! Who else you know can say shit in English, Spanish, French and Afrikaan.

I slowly opened my eyes. Once cleared, Sean stood above me with huge glistening lips with shorts on.

"Where are your sweats?"

"I came prepared. Can't walk around with wet sweats on. I had shorts in my pocket."

"So this was premeditated?"

"Well...I thought it would have been longer with your legs wrapped around my waist until Cockblocker J came in and ruined my plan."

"Poor baby," I said getting up walking to my bathroom. I grabbed my pantyhose. "Where are my panties?"

He rolled his eyes playing the little boy act. He hunched his shoulders.

"I have a meeting in twenty minutes."

"You don't need them. You are a Californian now. The women here don't wear pantyhose, panties or bras."

"Well I'm still a Louisianan, Cajun girl. We just don't let everything hang out all willie nilly, so excuse me." I held out my hand.

"If you insist."

"They're ripped. Seriously?"

"They were way tooooo thin anyway. I mean the moment I pulled them down, the lace went bloop."

"Those were my Brazilian Alençon Lace briefs. They are like fifty bucks a pair. Coochie gotta be protected in softness and comfort. I got these from Madame's Boudoir's off Canal Street. Ms. Fran would have a fit if she knew you ripped these. They were made for romantic interludes and for the punnany to be worshiped not a quickie. You owe me another pair."

"Technically I was on a timeframe. Frankly from my recollection I did a hell of a job worshipping it," he chuckled and made some faces. "You seemed all in to it, if you ask me."

"Whate'vr." I walked in the bathroom and slammed the door. Looking in the mirror, my hair was all smushed in on the back. I brushed it down and quickly got myself together. Coming out the door, I heard him on the phone."

"Yes. Expiration month is March. So Tuesday?" Pause. "That will do it, thanks so much for your help."

"Who are you talking too?"

"I reordered your Brazilian Alençon Lace briefs. They come in a new color called desire. They are red and Ms. Fran said I would absolutely love them. She said they are very fragile so I order four pair just in case I rip a pair or two, you'll have back ups."

"Please tell me you didn't tell her..."

"She said to tell you that she's glad to see you using them."

"Sean!!"

"Can't wait to see you in that little black and red chantilly see through with the string thong that has a bow on the back."

"Why you all up in my business?"

"This Fran lady is a good salesperson. I just spent almost a grand. Between panties and lingerie, I've bought everything she recommended. I think she officially put me on the VIP list."

"I'm done, I got to go."

"Look..." He held up his phone. "You can't tell me this isn't cute? I should have ordered this in peach. I have some peach silk boxers. Peach goes so well with my skin tone."

"Please stop." I grabbed my phone and Mont Blanc. "I still need to find the Atrium Conference Room."

"It's by the field house. I can drive you over."

"At least wipe your face."

"Why?"

"Hello?????" I pointed to his glossy lips.

"Fine," he walked in the bathroom and cleaned up. "Satisfied?"

I reached him a mint I had in a jar on my desk.

"Got to be prepared right?" I opened the door. Tia wasn't at her desk.

"They did a good job on the etching."

"They did. I walked in very impressed. I had a restroom at the hospital. It was the size of a small closet. Here feels like home. I even have a full bathroom and closet here."

"Just some of the perks."

We walked outside the main door.

"Your chariot awaits."

"Is this mine too?" The Mercedes convertible golf cart was decked out with lights, a sound system with navigation and embossed G's on the leather seats.

"That would be a no. This is Sweetie Pie. She was custom made for me by one of my sponsors. This place is monstrous. Only way to travel in here. Hop on pretty lady."

The moment I did, he buckled my seatbelt and took off. As we rode he showed me a couple of places that I may have meetings in, moments later we made it through the stadium to a set of elevators. He parked his ride and we got out.

"This is building two. First floor is the gym. Second floor houses all the film rooms. Third floor trainer offices and staff. Fourth floor cafeteria and the fifth floor are the smaller conference rooms. The atrium covers the entire sixth floor. We have large gatherings there."

Looking around I saw posters of Sean, Jarreau along with JC, Peters and other guys I had met.

"Cute pic," I said tracing his face on the poster.

"I'm very photogenic as you may know."

"I agree." I stole a kiss and the doors opened.

"Dr. Johnson welcome."

"Lizzy, this is Rob, he's the lead rehab director."

We shook hands.

"I'll talk to you later."

"See you later."

We waved goodbye and I walked into the meeting.