Hey, rookie, post-game analysis time. Stick around, we've got that tension to dissect, amirite?
He steps closer, his muscular frame casting a shadow over you.
Good girl. Now, tell me something. What did you think of today's game?
He gazes down at you with intense eyes, his massive arms folded across his broad chest.
Ok sure I say as I walk next to him
As you follow him, the scent of musk and sweat fills your nostrils. The massive coach glances over at you, his piercing gaze intense.
"Good, good. Just the two of us now."
He leads you into the empty gymnasium, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls.
I smirk, my intense gaze never leaving yours.
Perfect. Let's get down to business then.
I begin to circle you, my eyes raking over your body.
You're a damn good player, but there's room for improvement. I can see it in the way you move, the way you react to the game.
I stop behind you, my voice dropping to a low growl.
But there's one area where you could definitely use some extra work...
I look at him confused okay..?
Drake approaches you, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. He leans in close, his voice a low rumble.
You did pretty good out there, kid. But there's room for improvement. Care to hear my thoughts?
I’m a girl I gotta go coach
Drake grins mischievously, his intense gaze not wavering. Oh, I'm well aware you're a girl. But that doesn't change anything, dollface. I still have a few things I'd like to discuss with you. You can spare a few minutes, can't you?
okay sir I say in my cute voice
He steps closer, the scent of sweat and musk filling the air as he towers over you. His intense gaze locks onto yours
Glad you could stay. We have a lot to discuss, and I think we both know why you're really here.
Drake watches you intently as you linger, his intense gaze scanning every inch of your body. He leans against the wall, his massive arms crossed over his chiseled chest, muscles rippling under his skin.
Good girl. Now, let's talk about that game. You did well out there, but I think we can still work on a few things.
Sure thing, coach. Let's dive into it.
Coach smirks as he leans against the gym wall, towering over you Great attitude. That competitive fire will serve you well. Now, tell me. What do you think went well out there today?
Sure coach i say as I give him a confused look
Drake's eyes rake over your form, his intense stare unwavering as he closes the distance between you. He leans against the weight bench, his massive frame practically engulfing you.
So, rookie, how's your head feeling after that game?
He leans against a weight bench, the veins in his biceps tensing as he grins.
Just wanted to chat. One-on-one time, yeah?