shaking it. Firm grip, probing gaze. I can tell by the way she hovers near Genevieve that she’s a protector. I like her already.
“Hadley is my personal assistant and oldest friend,” Genevieve says. Maybe I kind of remember her from the meet-and-greet. In Hadley’s defense, I don’t remember much other than her boss. Genevieve has a very blinding effect on me, and I’d venture to say, most people.
“Nice to finally meet you, Oliver,” she says, and I don’t miss the sly look she gives Genevieve. Genevieve blushes and returns a subtle glare.
“Finally?” I say with a chuckle.
“Yes, well, if you haven’t noticed, this one doesn’t like to share a lot of details. All I know about you is that you play hockey, have pretty eyes, and prettier abs.”
“Hadley!” Genevieve cries, smacking her arm.
I laugh, enjoying the crimson hue that spreads over Genevieve’s cheeks.
Unphased, Hadley shrugs and piles sushi on her plate. “What? First guy you bring home in months, and all I get is the same thing I’d find on a hockey card. There are hockey cards like baseball cards, right?” she asks me.
I grin back. “Yeah, but our abs aren’t on them. That would be new information.”
Hadley snorts a laugh and lifts her fist for a bump. I oblige and tap it with mine. “I like you,” she says. “I approve. Carry on,” she tosses to Genevieve. Picking up her plate, she flutters a wave and disappears from the room.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” Genevieve groans when we’re alone.
“Don’t worry about it. She’s great.” Genevieve doesn’t look convinced as she pushes a piece of Breakfast Roll around her plate. “Is what she said true?” I ask. The red tinge of her skin deepens, and I laugh. “Not about the abs. Am I the first guy you’ve invited over in months?”
Her gaze flickers to mine before it returns to her plate. “I don’t date much,” she says finally. There’s a cryptic undercurrent to her tone that makes me think there’s more to that story, but I don’t want to pry. I also like the idea that this is a date, however unconventional it may be. “Anyway, we have just over an hour left so let’s not waste it. Do you want to go to my room?”
I choke a little on the rice in my mouth, and she cringes. “Wait, I didn’t mean… I just meant, for privacy. To talk.”
I force a smile, strangely disappointed and relieved at the same time. It’s getting harder and harder to keep my promise to myself. Especially, with the way she looks in those cute sweats. Her hair is knotted in a messy bun, but her face is still made up in runway perfection, presumably from the recent photoshoot. The contrast of casual and glamour unites her two worlds in a dizzying spectrum of beauty that wreaks equal havoc on my bloodstream. I want her wholly and completely, in any form. I just want her.
“Sure. I’d be happy to go to your room,” I say, trying to keep the desire from my voice. I want her to feel safe with me above anything. To know she can take me to her room without pressure or expectations.
She slides off the stool and grabs her plate of half-eaten sushi. “You can bring your plate if you want. Grab a drink on the way by the fridge.”
I follow her through a maze of corridors to a back staircase that I don’t think is the main one, since I recall an obscene dual set of stairs at the entrance. This path feels intimate, like she’s taking me on a journey through her home that others rarely see. I don’t take it for granted and study her closely as I follow behind.
“Maybe next time we can go to your place,” she tosses back as we climb the stairs.
I laugh and shake my head. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I live with Raffie Sanderson.”
“Wait, the Raffie Sanderson?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder.
I shrug. “I guess? Trojans’ captain. I didn’t have a place to stay when I got called up, so I moved in with him and his family.”
“You live with his wife and kids too?”
“They’re cool.” I swallow the slight ache that rises in my chest. “I guess it helped me not miss my own family so much.”
She doesn’t comment, but I catch the way her hand tightens on the railing. “I guess if it works. You just rent a room from them?”
“It’s a suite.