Dad deposits me in a room surrounded by Dragons staff after we both went to the hotel to change. He’ll be going over things with the associate coaches, giving pep talks and the like to the team, and this is the best way to keep me safe in an unknown place while he does all that.
My back is to a wall at a little table, and I’m facing the room at my location. It’s the best way for me to be able to relax and lose myself in my work. Everyone on staff here has been nice, and they’re aware of the consequences of upsetting me. I’m sure I appear to be some kind of wilting flower, but I’m slowly finding my strength.
It’s a dance of emotions every day, some more manageable than others. It’s louder here than at the rink due to the smaller space, but I can work around that.
Putting in my earbuds, I listen to music as I pull up my message box again on my socials. Taking a breath, I decide to put on my big girl panties and open the damn thing.
I immediately regret it, because it seems that Marilyn Mansfield is also a stalker of sorts.
Hello, Caelia.
Not all hockey players can be painted with the same brush, and I would never pursue this if I believed any of my players could ever cause you harm.
As a woman, I would never do that, as I am very protective of anyone I reach out to for a date with my team’s players.These are upstanding alphas, and I would put my reputation on the line for any of them.
This is more than a publicity stunt, I believe that too much testosterone creates an imbalance for alphas. I have a working theory that omega energy is important for them to be around. I am looking out for their health in this too.
If you’re willing to give Levon a shot, I heard that the Dragons would be at Martin’s tonight. The Scorpions are going there as well.
Is it okay for him to say hello to you?
Best, Marilyn
Shaking my head, I grumble about this in my mind. There’s no way out of this without being a complete bitch about it. Opening another browser, I check to see where the Scorpions are playing tonight.
Of course they’re in Atlanta.Fucking kill me.
Hi Marilyn,
If he sees me, he’s welcome to say hello.
Caelia
Sending the message, I sign out and open up my editing programs to help distract me from the gravity of what I just did. I have to admit that the Dragon hockey players make it easy to create content for them.
It may seem silly to others, but I have no experience talking to men. I’ve had no interest, and flirting, if I find myself inclined to do so, will not be pretty.
How do I get myself into these situations?
LEVON
Since the team planned to go out tonight, I packed a pair of dark denim wash jeans, a long sleeved shirt, a long coat and loafers. Don’t knock it, they’re comfortable.
Shuffling out of the stadium, I wrap my arm around Santo. Now that we’re official, I can show him lots of public affection. I think he’s still trying to wrap his head around it.
“Come with us tonight?” I ask, pulling him close.
“Really?” he asks.
“The staff bus is making a trip to the hotel and then continuing to the bar,” Coach Miles says as he passes us.
I swear, he has insane hearing ability.
“Is that an invite?” Santo teases him.
“Pretty sure I told you to get your ass on the bus and come,” Coach says, climbing onto the bus.
“His job is to boss us around,” I shrug. “I‘ll see you in a bit.”
