“Good to know.”Although if she ever sees my cock, she better not refer to it as a jiggling ding-dong, that’s for sure.If my cock was in her sight, there’d be no jiggling. Period.
“So . . . are we in the vault?”
“You never have to worry about me talking about your secrets, Blakely,” I say seriously.
She smiles softly. “Should have known. You’re the guy people can trust.”
I’m not sure how to respond, so I finish my donut.
“Anyway. Not sure if you ran into him in the hallway, but Huxley Cane was just here.”
“Yes, I saw him.”
“Well, he offered me a job.”
My brow pulls together in a frown. “He did?”
She nods. “He did. I’m still unsure what he really wants me to do. Something with launching a new donation section of TheJock Report, and he wants me to be the VIP relations for the Pacific division.”
My skin feels itchy from the thought of Blakely taking a new job. What would that entail? Would she have to move?
“He said he pays well, and the benefits are unmatched. He said he’ll send over more information later.”
“Um, let me get this right. He met you here, at the Agitators head office, and offered you a job? That’s...well, that’s ballsy.”
“My thoughts exactly. But it’s Huxley Cane. I guess that’s what that sort of man does.”
“Wow.” I shift from one side to the other. “How do you feel about the job? Would you have to move?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “Does the idea of working for someone who has potential to truly grow my career sound appealing? Of course. But I love this job. I love working with you guys and with Penny. And I have no idea about moving. I guess if they asked me to move, I’d have to think about it. Which is crazy to say out loud since I didn’t want to move with my boyfriend, but that was to Australia, and that was for his job. Maybe I’d move for my job.” She shrugs casually. “I don’t know.”
Maybe she’d move for her job?
Panic immediately rushes through me, causing a light sheen of sweat to form on my lower back.
Not that I’m ready to make a move on her, or even really consider it, but if she moved . . . fuck, I don’t know how I’d react to that.
You’re fucking fooling yourself . . . you know how you’d react.
I’d regret never asking her out.
I know that for damn sure.
“Anyway, sorry to bother you with all of this. I’m sure you have things you have to do for your game. And listening to metalk about a new job is not one of them. And thank you for the phone. I’ll pay you back.”
“No need.”
She gives me a cute side-eye expression. “Halsey, I’m paying you back. Also, thank you for the donuts. I plan on eating at least three more of these in the sanctuary of my office. Don’t tell anyone.” She squeezes my forearm, and I hate that my stomach nearly floats out of my body from the touch. “Good luck today.”
“Thank you,” I say, wanting to stay longer and talk through this new job thing. Convince her that moving probably isn’t the best idea, that she has a life here and friends and people who like her . . . actually like her.
But I’ve been excused, and it’s probably for the best because I need a game plan. She can’t take that job. She can’t move. And I need to give her a reason she can’t.
“This mustard is amazing,”Posey says with his mouth full of a bologna sandwich, some of the manufactured meat hanging out of the bread, flapping as he talks about it. Fucking vile. “It’s new, and it’s really adding a special . . . je ne sais quoi . . .”
“Don’t be a douche,” Silas says as he leans back against his locker.
“Do you really eat one of those before every game?” OC asks, looking at Posey with a certain disgust in his upper lip. We all share the same sentiment.
