She is the definition of prim and proper. A whiteblouse, fastened to her neck. Black blazer. Skirt that hits just above the knee and low heels. Brown hair tumbles around her shoulders.
What I wouldn’t do to ruffle that woman up.
“You still with me?” Fingers snap in front of me. A huge grin is on his face.
“What? Sorry.”
“I take it you’re single then, mate?”
“I am.”
For the first time in a long time, saying that doesn’t hurt. Having gotten divorced last year, it doesn’t stir up all sorts of feelings to tell him that.
It feels like this is a fresh start.
“Are you looking for anything?”
“Why do you say that?” I sip my drink.
“You were being quite obvious,” Alfie tells me.
“Was I?” I laugh. “It’s been a minute since I’ve dated anyone.”
“You need tips? You could always order her and her friends a round.”
I spin on my stool to face my new coworker. “I’m good. If she comes over, I’ll take it as a sign.”
“You sure?” he asks.
I quirk a brow at him. “Do you want to go talk to them? Doyouneed tips?”
“Fuck off.” Alfie flips me off. “Is this what I have to look forward to? You being a cheeky shit?”
“You’ll learn to love me.”
“If you can turn the Lightning around, I will. Christ, we’re terrible,” he tells me.
“I think we have a good team.”
“Aren’t you an optimist?”
I watched footage of the team before I got here. We certainly aren’t the best team in the league, but not theworst. There’s a lot of work to be done and I’m excited for it.
“So I’ve been told.”
“You got that right.” Alfie nods behind me before standing and making himself scarce.
“What?”
Before I know what’s happening, the sexy woman from earlier is standing in front of me. She’s a solid foot shorter than I am.
A smile plays on her lips. “Hello.”
God, is her accent ever adorable. It matches her perfectly. Prim and proper. Posh, if you will.
“Hi there.”
Her eyes go wide. “American?”
