“Yes, I’m gonna go, and I’m gonna do the work things.”
“Sounds like a plan. You should go do the work things today. You know what? I’m gonna walk you up. I could use a little break.”
“Okay, suit yourself.”
When we start to walk out of her office, we run into Liam—because of course we do. He’s changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from his gym clothes.
“Well, well, well. Liam Pitz.” My sister stops, crosses her arms, and looks from me to him.
“Hello, ladies. Nice to see you, both,” he says, looking directly at me.
“You just get done with your workout?” she asks him.
“I did. Met some of the guys on the team too. All in all, a productive day.” He’s still looking at me.
“Excellent. And you saw my team before you showered, yes?” Presley goes into doctor mode.
He finally looks away from me to my sister. “Yes, ma’am. I believe they got everything they needed from me for today.”
Then I’m met with his intense gaze-—the kind that makes the butterflies swarm in my belly and my chest rise with a gasp. It’s the same look he gave me on that wintry night of magic and Christmas puns and an insane amount of flirting that led to the hottest night of my fucking life.
“Make sure you hydrate and get some protein in the next thirty minutes.” She uncrosses her arms and then looks at me. “Are you good? I’m going to run down to the training room to check on a few things.”
I literally feel my eyes shoot up to my hairline. She can’t leave me alone with him. “Um … ” I can’t seem to form words.
“Actually,” Liam interjects, “is the marketing department that way? I’m supposed to stop by to pick up some promotional gear.”
“It’s not, but that is close to Alie’s office. She can show you the way.”
“That’d be great. Thanks.”
My sister taps him on the shoulder, then winks at me as she walks away and mouths,You’re welcome.
Bitch.
“We going this way?” He points in the right direction.
“Uh, yeah.” I nod and swallow the lump in my throat.
“Ladies first.” He smiles at me and gestures with his arm.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
We walk silently, but it doesn’t take long before he speaks.
“Alie, we need to talk.”
“Do you have questions about your contract?”Good Lord, what am I doing?
“Nope, pretty solid there. You know why we need to talk.”
“Hmm, not really.” The flutters in my tummy are telling me to abandon ship and run down the hall and far away from him. Because I feel his body heat next to mine, and I can smell the clean scent of his body wash tickling my nose.
Instead of replying, he takes my elbow and opens a door to his right. He pulls me inside, then shuts it. And locks the door!
“What are you doing?” I gasp. I walk farther into the room, and my butt hits the edge of a table.
“I want to talk to you.”
