Riley
“Riley?” Ray pops his head into my office with a smile that goes from one side of his face to the other and a smirk in his eyes. “There’s someone here for you.”
“For me?” I stand up and join him at the door, where the sight of his shoulders fills up my eyes in an instant.
“Do you have something to tell me?”
“Not now.”
“I don’t know if I can wait. Maybe I should just ask him.”
“Don’t you dare,” I growl through my teeth.
Ray smiles broadly before turning his attention back to Ian. I hear him say that I’ll be right there and then he pretends to disappear behind a column.
God, he’s so obvious.
I try to compose myself, pulling the pen out from behind my ear and letting my hair fall freely on my shoulders before taking a breath and walking over to him.
“Hi,” I say, shyly.
He flashes me a sexy smile that almost makes me fall at his feet.
“Good morning.”
All he said was ‘good morning’ and I’m ready to jump in his arms.
“I hope you don’t mind that I stopped by?”
“I’m glad you’re here.”
He hands me a paper bag.
“I got you some blueberry muffins.”
“Thank you. Do you want to come into my office?”
“I’m just passing by, I’m on my way to UCD.”
“Okay,” I reply, disappointed.
“We’re playing tomorrow,” he says with an overly-false distracted air. “It’s an important game, it’s a Champions Cup qualifier.”
“Yeah, Jamie told me about it on the phone. He wasn’t thrilled to be on the bench for this one.”
“I bet.”
“But the wait’s almost over, right?”
“He’ll be playing again soon.”
“And he’ll go back to being the captain?”
“No one deserves it more than him.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
