True to his word Eric was a perfect gentleman, depositing Brooke in her room without defiling her. Sunday they spent the day carting Brooke's things from the storage unit back to the house. Eric even helped her unpack and get situated.
As Monday ushered in a new week Eric and Brooke fell into a routine. They'd wake up taking turns to fix breakfast. Eric would grab a shower and head off to spring training stealing a kiss on his way out. Then Brooke would hunker down in front of her laptop scouring the wide web for clients. Each night after Eric showered and changed he'd whip up something delicious to entice Brooke into dumping her life story on him. At the end of the night he'd always walk her up to her room kiss her on the cheek and say goodnight.
Friday night Eric strolls into the house calling out, "Honey I'm home!"
Brooke peers up at him from her lap top smirking at him, "Good day at practice?"
Coming up behind her Eric enfolds her back into his out stretched arms planting a quick peck on her cheek, "Your star client pitched a ninety eight today so I'd say it was a tad bit better then good."
Brooke let's out a gasp. Spinning around in his arms she asks, "Are you serious? A ninety eight?"
Eric nods puffing out his chest with pride. Brooke squeals with delight wrapping her arms around Eric's neck kissing him soundly on the lips. Eric pulls her body flush against his deepening the kiss.
Brooke leans back her eyes sparkling with joy, "This calls for a celebration."
Eric nuzzles her neck. "How about we just stay here and you keep on kissing me with those pretty pink lips up yours?"
Brooke playfully swats at his chest giggling, "Now Eric remember you promised to take things slow. You know be a gentleman."
Eric bites out on a groan, "I know. It's just kissing. Haven't I earned a few of those with my good behavior?"
Laughter emanates from Brooke.. Sliding her hands down his chest she pushes Eric back so he can look at her. "How about you run up stairs, get cleaned up and then I'm taking you out tonight." Eric's answering pout makes her laugh even more. Pulling out of his embrace she swats him on the behind telling him to get a move on it.
Twenty minutes later Eric's tucking his navy blue button up into his Levi's as he walks down the stairs. Spinning around to face Brooke he starts to ask, "Does this look -" but he comes up short as he drinks Brooke in. She's wearing a flower print sun dress that hugs her waist, fairing out at the knees. It's strapless with a little v-cut in the bodice, allowing a tantalizing amount of the tops of her breast to peak out. To round off her look her hair is curled and swept off to the side. Brooke is the perfect vision of a southern belle; a sweet innocence that would tempt the pope himself into casting off his vows.
Brooke squirms under Eric's heated perusal. She'd bought the dress last year on sale at a boutique. Never having had an occasion to wear it it'd been sitting in a garment bag at the back of he closet until now.
"You look like a cool drop of water on a hot summers day," Eric's southern drawl does anything but cool her off.
"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." And he doesn't. Eric's button down shirt stretches across his hard taught chest, rolled up sleeves squeezing the bottom of his biceps. While his Levi's hug his backside in a way that makes Brooke's palms twitch. A pair of black boots completes his cowboy ensemble.
Thankfully Eric drives the car this time cause there's no way Brooke was climbing in the Jeep in her dress. Flashing her goodies for everybody and their momma to see. She doubted Eric was too keen on that idea either.
"So where to Darlin'," Eric asks as he climbs into the drivers seat.
"Do you know where the Chili's is on the corner of fifth and sixth?"
"Sure do." Quirking an eyebrow at her he tosses out, "Are you sure that's where you want to go to celebrate?"
"My new client has a thing for their Texas Cheese fries so I agreed we'd meet him there," Brooke responds fighting back the smile at the news she's just dropped on Eric.
Eric's forehead crinkles as he sifts through what she's just said. Light dawns on his face as he exclaims, "You got a new client?! And here I was strutting around like a big shot for throwing a fast ball!" Looking at her he questions her, "So who is he? Do I know him?"
Brooke let's her smile break free of the strangled hold she's had on it. It thrills her to know Eric is as excited as she is. "No you don't know him. His name is Anthony Brigs. He's a senior at Georgia Tech and he's entering into negotiations with the Yankees. He wants me to look over the contact tonight during diner."
"That's wonderful Darlin'! I'm so proud of you," Eric beams at her.
"Well don't be over joyous yet. Till he gets signed it's not official," Brooke admonishes.
"Yes but with you backing his corner how can he not get signed? Is he talented?"
"Very! Kids got a wicked reaction time when he's out on the field. Don't even get me started on his swing."
Eric can't help but lover her reaction. You can really tell that Brooke loves the sport just as much as she loves being an agent. "I hope you praise me just as highly?"
Brooke merely rolls her eyes in response eliciting laughter from Eric, "What?! Is so wrong for a guy to want his girl to say nice things about him?"
"Oh please! You know I'm you're biggest fan. I've not missed a single game of yours in all the time I've known you."
Eric pauses at this, "Wait you've never missed a game...How come you've never come to the locker rooms like the other agents?"
Fiddling with the hem of her skirt Brooke admits, "Maxine never liked watching the games. When she found out I was a fan of the sport she had me go in her stead and text her the highlights. That away when she came to locker room it would appear as if she'd been there the whole time."
"Well you certainly have come a long way up the relationship ladder. You've gone from crazed stalker fan, to live in girlfriend and agent. Next you'll be hearing wedding bells and picking out dishes," He teases her.
"I'd like to point out here that it was you who promoted me mister."
"So now I'm you're boss huh?"
"No. That's not what I -"
"Too late you've already said it!" Eric shouts. Playfulness dancing in his eyes. "So if i'm you're boss I thinks it's time we start having some quarterly meetings to discuss your behavior on the job."
Brooke scoffs, "What exactly has been wrong with my behavior?"
"Well nothing yet but you can never be too careful. It's a bosses job to stay on top of these things. Make sure that your skills are up to par."
"Yeah well just remember before you're stunned by my stellar performance and decide to give me another raise. My left ring finger is a size seven," Brooke says with a wink.