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the CEO’s personal
assistant who was ahead of me in the queue, had turned to watch Nik enter the
building. She touched my arm. “Wild beasts would have to keep me from a date
with Niklas, oh my he’s something,” she said.
    “We haven’t had wild beasts attack
yet, but don’t tempt fate, Brenda,” I warned her and she laughed. “Can you make
mine a double shot please?” I asked Wendy our coffee van lady as I finally
arrived at the top of the queue. I gave her Kay and Jim’s order too. Then I
went back to thinking about Nik. It’s a good thing he is gorgeous or I’d make
that suit so tight in all the wrong places he’d never sit comfortably. I smiled
at the wicked thought; good grief, what was wrong with me?
     
    *****
     
    Back at my desk, I drummed up a statement that
diffused any rumors about Nik being taken to the hospital overnight—a flat
comment from the football manager just to shut it down. Then I whipped up a
press release promoting this Sunday’s game which included information on the
Saints, our current injury list, the Chicago Cats that we were playing against,
how many times we’d won and lost against them in the last five years and other
bits and pieces. I would send it out today to get interviews and interest for
the week kicked off, and then send an updated version again on Friday with the
current team list for the weekend.
    I swanned around to see Shayne who
signs off on my press releases and he had Nik, Tomás, and young striker Harry
in his office. Lucky bastard. I waved the paper at him and told him I would
come back. I could feel the eyes of all three men observing me, especially Nik
who had an expression on his face as though he knew me better today having been
in my apartment... maybe he did.
    “Hey Sash, all good, leave them
with me and I’ll get them back to you in thirty minutes,” Shayne said. Ah
Shayne, so lovely—a former player who was still great eye candy and so sweet. I
smiled and thanked him, pushing my way through the wall of muscled men in his
office. I could barely squeeze in or squeeze out. The workplace hazards I had
to put up with; it was disgraceful. Inching my way out, I returned to my side
of the building and flagged with Jim that I was whipping over to do a quick
stock take of merchandise. We might need some new stock before the weekend’s
game—well that was my story, I really just needed to breathe some air that Nik
wasn’t sucking in at the same time. Plus, I didn’t want a date debate in the
office. This way, I would be out of the office if Nik did a loop past looking
for me. I’m brilliant the way I come up with solutions sometimes.
    As I did my stock take, I thought
about Niklas Wagner—he was like a dog with a bone. I wasn’t convinced he really
was that interested me. Hell, he could have his choice of women. I think he couldn’t
understand why I wasn’t falling at his feet so he had to keep gnawing away at me.
If he could conquer me, so to speak, he’d probably lose interest. Good luck
buddy because I’m onto you and frankly, I’m busy.
    I didn’t want to go out with a
player and I needed another bossy boyfriend like I need another pair of black
high heels—you know how it is, certain heel lengths suit some outfits better, hell
I must have at least eight pairs. Is that too many? I must ask Alice.
    I was doing just fine at the
moment, enjoying my space, loving my Saints’ work, having time to design and
sew after hours and feeling good about myself. I didn’t have time for a guy. Yep,
I was just where I wanted to be—feeling on top, in charge, focused, and happy. Just
had to get Nik out of my head since he’d somehow managed to work his way in
there. Damn that hot body, sexy smile, crystal blue eyes and big dick! Yep,
doing a great job of not thinking about him.
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
     
    I walked into my apartment, closed the door and
breathed out. Coming home was my favorite part of the day—my pad was on the top
floor of a four