embarrassed beyond belief.
Because now Niko thinks I’m a hockey stalker.
“Well, nice meeting you,” Niko says, nodding at me.
“Thank you again for the rescue,” I say.
“Next time I’ll try not to spill your coffee,” Niko says, flashing me a smile.
I smile back as he heads off with Ryan, no doubt explaining how he saved me from a head injury.
As soon as they are out of sight, I sink back down on the bleacher, still in shock about what just happened. Niko is the most interesting and hottest man I’ve ever met. But despite that, I hope I never see him again.
It’s too humiliating. After that whole exchange, why on earth would he have any interest in me? Niko would not be interested in the nerd girl taping hockey practices in a pathetic attempt to keep any form of sports editing dreams alive. Not to date, anyway.
He’s sexy. Gorgeous. He would date a hot girl, not the editing girl.
Besides, we only talked briefly. Not enough to make an impression on a guy like him. Except for one I’d like to erase, as me being the editing groupie who is apparently no more mature than a teenager and is obsessed with Harrison Flynn.
It’s doubtful Niko will even remember this exchange, with all he has going on with the Dallas Demons and his new job.
But I will.
I open the door to my apartment in Uptown and step inside. After that disaster of an introduction to Niko, I wasn’t in the mood to shoot anymore. So I left way earlier than usual, got another gingerbread latte, and decided to break into Kenley’s chocolate stash as consolation.
“You’re back early,” Kenley says, glancing up from her Mac.
I study her for a moment. She’s sitting cross-legged on our sofa, her wavy blond hair cascading over her plaid flannel shirt and oversized cream cardigan.
Kenley is truly one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, but the thing I love about my best friend is her inside is even more beautiful than her outside.
I drop my bag down on the breakfast bar countertop and slip out of my shoes.
“I wasn’t feeling creative today,” I say, not willing to re-hash the Niko incident yet. “Do you have some chocolate I can break into?”
Kenley lifts an eyebrow at me. “Asking me if I have chocolate is like asking if Whole Foods has organics. Of course I do.”
I laugh. Being that Kenley is a confection consultant, we have an amazing stash of gourmet chocolate in the apartment at all times.
I go to the cabinet where Kenley keeps her chocolates and rummage through it.
“I highly recommend the Vosges Mo’s Cinnamon & Sugar Bacon Bar,” Kenley says.
“Mmmm, you can’t go wrong with chocolate and bacon,” I say, searching for it.
Kenley laughs. “Tell that to Nate, please. He’s revolted by that concept.”
I smile as I locate the bar. While Kenley was all about unexpected flavors and combinations, Nate recoils from them. It’s cute, actually.
“Found it,” I say, grabbing the bar and shutting the cabinet. I head into the living room and sink down on the sofa next to Kenley. “Are you working on your concepts for Casino Night?”
Kenley nods excitedly. “Yes. I need to knock this one out of the park. It’s a huge event, and I’m not only representing myself, but Nate, too, you know?”
“I do,” I say, agreeing with her. “And you’ll nail it like you always do.”
“Thanks.” Kenley shifts her eyes back to her screen and resumes keying on her computer. “I’m still surprised you’re back. You never leave practices early.”
I open the candy bar box and slide the bar out so I can un-wrap the foil. “I wasn’t feeling it today.”
Then I will her to let it go so I can eat some chocolate and pretend I never met Niko.
“Hmmm,” Kenley says, her brow furrowed as she reads her screen.
I pop a piece of the candy into my mouth and notice my sweater has coffee splatters down the sleeve. Oh, brilliant. The whole time I’m revealing my inner nerd to the hottest man ever, I have coffee
Because now Niko thinks I’m a hockey stalker.
“Well, nice meeting you,” Niko says, nodding at me.
“Thank you again for the rescue,” I say.
“Next time I’ll try not to spill your coffee,” Niko says, flashing me a smile.
I smile back as he heads off with Ryan, no doubt explaining how he saved me from a head injury.
As soon as they are out of sight, I sink back down on the bleacher, still in shock about what just happened. Niko is the most interesting and hottest man I’ve ever met. But despite that, I hope I never see him again.
It’s too humiliating. After that whole exchange, why on earth would he have any interest in me? Niko would not be interested in the nerd girl taping hockey practices in a pathetic attempt to keep any form of sports editing dreams alive. Not to date, anyway.
He’s sexy. Gorgeous. He would date a hot girl, not the editing girl.
Besides, we only talked briefly. Not enough to make an impression on a guy like him. Except for one I’d like to erase, as me being the editing groupie who is apparently no more mature than a teenager and is obsessed with Harrison Flynn.
It’s doubtful Niko will even remember this exchange, with all he has going on with the Dallas Demons and his new job.
But I will.
I open the door to my apartment in Uptown and step inside. After that disaster of an introduction to Niko, I wasn’t in the mood to shoot anymore. So I left way earlier than usual, got another gingerbread latte, and decided to break into Kenley’s chocolate stash as consolation.
“You’re back early,” Kenley says, glancing up from her Mac.
I study her for a moment. She’s sitting cross-legged on our sofa, her wavy blond hair cascading over her plaid flannel shirt and oversized cream cardigan.
Kenley is truly one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, but the thing I love about my best friend is her inside is even more beautiful than her outside.
I drop my bag down on the breakfast bar countertop and slip out of my shoes.
“I wasn’t feeling creative today,” I say, not willing to re-hash the Niko incident yet. “Do you have some chocolate I can break into?”
Kenley lifts an eyebrow at me. “Asking me if I have chocolate is like asking if Whole Foods has organics. Of course I do.”
I laugh. Being that Kenley is a confection consultant, we have an amazing stash of gourmet chocolate in the apartment at all times.
I go to the cabinet where Kenley keeps her chocolates and rummage through it.
“I highly recommend the Vosges Mo’s Cinnamon & Sugar Bacon Bar,” Kenley says.
“Mmmm, you can’t go wrong with chocolate and bacon,” I say, searching for it.
Kenley laughs. “Tell that to Nate, please. He’s revolted by that concept.”
I smile as I locate the bar. While Kenley was all about unexpected flavors and combinations, Nate recoils from them. It’s cute, actually.
“Found it,” I say, grabbing the bar and shutting the cabinet. I head into the living room and sink down on the sofa next to Kenley. “Are you working on your concepts for Casino Night?”
Kenley nods excitedly. “Yes. I need to knock this one out of the park. It’s a huge event, and I’m not only representing myself, but Nate, too, you know?”
“I do,” I say, agreeing with her. “And you’ll nail it like you always do.”
“Thanks.” Kenley shifts her eyes back to her screen and resumes keying on her computer. “I’m still surprised you’re back. You never leave practices early.”
I open the candy bar box and slide the bar out so I can un-wrap the foil. “I wasn’t feeling it today.”
Then I will her to let it go so I can eat some chocolate and pretend I never met Niko.
“Hmmm,” Kenley says, her brow furrowed as she reads her screen.
I pop a piece of the candy into my mouth and notice my sweater has coffee splatters down the sleeve. Oh, brilliant. The whole time I’m revealing my inner nerd to the hottest man ever, I have coffee
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