sexy about
knowing I kept his secret.
It was Jim and Sasha’s job to pull
together the media conference at eleven; Kay and I were on hand to help. The
club didn’t do the full-on media event very often but there was this weekend’s
game to talk about, a new substantial sponsor to announce and a few other bits
of club news including all the recent media hype about the drain the club would
face as players were tempted by European clubs. No wonder they had signed Lucas
up as tightly as they could and wanted to keep him happy—it helped that he
wanted to stay near his friends, and now Mia too.
I should have been exhausted but I
was on a natural high. I got home late from my date with Tomás, or early
depending on how you look at it. I fell straight into a deep and satisfied
sleep only because my body couldn’t take any more lying awake thinking of Tomás,
and I woke up at seven a.m. I allowed Dad and Ryan two questions only, answered
those and was at the office at eight-thirty, ready for a day of Saints and
scenery. God, my life was great.
Except for one small thing, I
didn’t ask Tomás the question I really wanted to ask— who was Julieta? The
Julieta that was arriving on Sunday. My mind went to the date last night, again—who
was I kidding, I’d thought of nothing else since I opened my eyes. What a
wonderful night, what a kind, sexy and wonderful man. I was so happy I was
scared... I know that might not make sense but anyone who has ever fallen in
love will totally get it.
Sasha’s eyes narrowed as she
looked at me. “You look particularly happy this morning.” She studied me.
“I am particularly happy,” I
agreed.
I’d be happier if I had my
panties on, but seeing Tomás would make up for that.
I continued, “I’m in a job I love,
I get to work with you, Sash, every day, the scenery is great and...” I heard
the coffee van pull up outside, “... the coffee van is here! Kay, can I get you
one?”
“May God bless you, Alice,” she
said, fishing some coins out of her top desk drawer. “A double shot latte made
on soy please.”
“Like I could forget that order,”
I teased her, rising and taking the coins. “Sash?”
“I’ll come with you,” she said,
still eyeing me off.
I stuck my head into Jim’s office.
“Coffee, boss? The van is here,” I said.
“Why not? Thanks,” he said and
pulled his wallet out and offered me a few dollars.
“Cappuccino with one sugar,” I
said.
“You’ll go a long way, Alice,” he
teased me.
Sasha and I walked out of the
admin offices and joined the staff already in the queue at the coffee van.
“Nice uniform,” I said, admiring
her outfit.
“Right back at you,” she said,
“you wear it well.”
I sighed. “Bit sad when we have to
deliver our own compliments.”
“Undo a few buttons and lose the
bra and I’m sure we’ll get plenty,” she said.
My heart rate went into overdrive.
I hoped she didn’t have an inkling that I was going commando from the skirt
down. Thank God it was knee length. Mm, Tomás Carrera would pay for this one. I
bet he was secretly laughing right now—I bet he didn’t believe I would do it.
It did feel pretty sexy though, in the right company.
Sasha sighed and looked to the top
of the queue. “C’mon Russian, how many coffees are you ordering there?”
The enormous Saints player cum
security office turned and looked at us.
“Sasha, I’m not built for speed,
but if I can get before you in the queue, then you deserve to wait,” he said.
The queue waiters laughed along. It was hard to tell most times what The
Russian was thinking or if he was joking; he was so dry and nothing really
changed in his expression, his tone or his speed. He was a walking wall; a
muscle-built, huge wall.
Sasha gave him her best ‘you’ll
pay for that’ look.
“I have one word for you,
Russian,” she called to him. “Merchandise.”
“Oh yeah, about that,” he said and
turned to her, “have you got a kid’s jersey I
knowing I kept his secret.
It was Jim and Sasha’s job to pull
together the media conference at eleven; Kay and I were on hand to help. The
club didn’t do the full-on media event very often but there was this weekend’s
game to talk about, a new substantial sponsor to announce and a few other bits
of club news including all the recent media hype about the drain the club would
face as players were tempted by European clubs. No wonder they had signed Lucas
up as tightly as they could and wanted to keep him happy—it helped that he
wanted to stay near his friends, and now Mia too.
I should have been exhausted but I
was on a natural high. I got home late from my date with Tomás, or early
depending on how you look at it. I fell straight into a deep and satisfied
sleep only because my body couldn’t take any more lying awake thinking of Tomás,
and I woke up at seven a.m. I allowed Dad and Ryan two questions only, answered
those and was at the office at eight-thirty, ready for a day of Saints and
scenery. God, my life was great.
Except for one small thing, I
didn’t ask Tomás the question I really wanted to ask— who was Julieta? The
Julieta that was arriving on Sunday. My mind went to the date last night, again—who
was I kidding, I’d thought of nothing else since I opened my eyes. What a
wonderful night, what a kind, sexy and wonderful man. I was so happy I was
scared... I know that might not make sense but anyone who has ever fallen in
love will totally get it.
Sasha’s eyes narrowed as she
looked at me. “You look particularly happy this morning.” She studied me.
“I am particularly happy,” I
agreed.
I’d be happier if I had my
panties on, but seeing Tomás would make up for that.
I continued, “I’m in a job I love,
I get to work with you, Sash, every day, the scenery is great and...” I heard
the coffee van pull up outside, “... the coffee van is here! Kay, can I get you
one?”
“May God bless you, Alice,” she
said, fishing some coins out of her top desk drawer. “A double shot latte made
on soy please.”
“Like I could forget that order,”
I teased her, rising and taking the coins. “Sash?”
“I’ll come with you,” she said,
still eyeing me off.
I stuck my head into Jim’s office.
“Coffee, boss? The van is here,” I said.
“Why not? Thanks,” he said and
pulled his wallet out and offered me a few dollars.
“Cappuccino with one sugar,” I
said.
“You’ll go a long way, Alice,” he
teased me.
Sasha and I walked out of the
admin offices and joined the staff already in the queue at the coffee van.
“Nice uniform,” I said, admiring
her outfit.
“Right back at you,” she said,
“you wear it well.”
I sighed. “Bit sad when we have to
deliver our own compliments.”
“Undo a few buttons and lose the
bra and I’m sure we’ll get plenty,” she said.
My heart rate went into overdrive.
I hoped she didn’t have an inkling that I was going commando from the skirt
down. Thank God it was knee length. Mm, Tomás Carrera would pay for this one. I
bet he was secretly laughing right now—I bet he didn’t believe I would do it.
It did feel pretty sexy though, in the right company.
Sasha sighed and looked to the top
of the queue. “C’mon Russian, how many coffees are you ordering there?”
The enormous Saints player cum
security office turned and looked at us.
“Sasha, I’m not built for speed,
but if I can get before you in the queue, then you deserve to wait,” he said.
The queue waiters laughed along. It was hard to tell most times what The
Russian was thinking or if he was joking; he was so dry and nothing really
changed in his expression, his tone or his speed. He was a walking wall; a
muscle-built, huge wall.
Sasha gave him her best ‘you’ll
pay for that’ look.
“I have one word for you,
Russian,” she called to him. “Merchandise.”
“Oh yeah, about that,” he said and
turned to her, “have you got a kid’s jersey I
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