"Just a heap of bullshit and ..."
"And what?" Polly pushes.
"He nicknamed me Trouble, then told me to stay out of his way, after saying dirty things to me."
"OMG what? And also, cute nickname." She chuckles.
"It's not. He's doing it to annoy me."
"Aw. That's cute. It's like when the boys in school used to pull your pigtails to get your attention," Polly teases.
"He told me to stay away from him," I argue.
"After telling you how hot it was between the two of you," Polly argues.
"He was probably rubbing it in my face."
"He wants to rub his dick in your face," she says.
"Ewww."
"Sorry. You kind of set me up there." She chuckles.
"I hate you."
"You love me and miss me."
"I do." I groan.
"I'm guessing there is a no fraternization clause in your contract?"
"You'd be right. Plus, I would never date a hockey player."
"Then you have nothing to worry about. Unless ..."
"Unless what?"
"You want something to happen?"
"Noooo," I argue.
This makes her laugh. "Seems like the lady doth protest too much."
"Stop it. I'm not interested," I tell her.
"Then why are you stressing?"
"Because I could lose my job?" I tell her.
"This happened months before you got the job. It's only a problem if something happens now. After you've signed contracts."
Polly's right. "It was a shock seeing him tonight."
"I bet it was, and the fact he is right under your nose too."
"What am I going to do on Monday?"
"Pray he doesn't need you to work on him." She giggles. "I mean, I would warn you to keep your hands off him, but it's literally your job. You're screwed."
