and prepare for the media conference.”
I
heard Jim chuckling as I rose, grabbed my press kits, and departed to the media
room where we held a media briefing before home match days. It was in the
building next door and let me escape for a while so they could all talk about
true love and sausages without me present. I hadn’t given The Russian the full
picture and I would have to do that sooner rather than later. The media
conferences ran for about forty-five minutes at the most and the coach Johan
spoke along with a few of the players. It was great for me because I didn’t
have to set up ten separate interview times.
I
arrived at the room in the adjoining building, unlocked the room, turned on the
lights, cleaned the table at the front of the room and stuck four chairs behind
it. I put out some water glasses and a jug, propped the press kits near the
door and looked around. That was pretty much all that needed to be done. Usually
three or four players were required to the pre-match day press conferences so
the media could have access to them including Captain Lucas who had to be
there; they were rostered on to attend by Shayne and I knew Nik was one of them
this week. I opened a few of the windows and pulled back blinds to let the
natural light in. I glanced out through the window to the parking lot and saw
Nik’s SUV. He was here—probably inside showing everyone his bruised eye and
getting sympathy, poor baby. Next to his VW was Captain Lucas’s Ferrari and I
recognized our midfielder Josh’s Audi. Good, I like the lads to be here before
the media and not keep them waiting.
I
heard a noise and wheeled around. Nik was standing in the entrance way. My hand
went straight to my heart. “You scared the hell out of me,” I said, breathing
out.
He
smiled and walked towards me. His eyes were alight with interest, his smile
gorgeous and he walked with the confident air of a man who had it all—it was a
heady mix. Not to mention t hat man could
wear a suit—the Saints’ uniform was cut to perfection on him. Yep I’d like to
take that inside leg measurement. Hold up, I didn’t just say that... focus.
“Hello Sah-sha, miss me? I’ve missed you,” he teased me with an engaging smile.
Was that a dimple? No, not fair.
I
held my hands up and ordered him to stop.
“Don’t
come a step closer, Niklas,” I warned him. He stopped on the spot; it constantly
surprised me how good he was at following orders.
Nik
held up his hands in frustration and looked around. “What could go wrong now?”
I
shook my head. “You’ve got a game this Sunday, we’re not tempting fate,” I
said. “You look very... presentable by the way.”
Nik
grinned, that beautiful white teeth grin from his lovely tanned face surrounded
by his gorgeous cropped blond hair... I’d love to slip my tongue between his
lips.
“Presentable?
That’s a new one for me,” he said. “And you Sah-sha look delectable,” he
said, the word rolling off his tongue with his German lilt. “I love that dress
on you.”
“Thanks,” I said, looking
everywhere but at him. I was wearing a lightweight crepe, long-sleeved red dress
to below my knees with black leather boots. Not one of my own designs but one
of my personal faves that I had whipped up from a Vogue pattern. I had a
matching black velvet bowler hat in the office. He walked a step towards me and
I stepped back, hitting the desk. “Not a step further,” I warned him.
The Russian walked in. “I agree, Kaiser,
didn’t we just have that chat?”
Bless you Russian, you’re worth
every cent today, not most days, but today, yes.
Nik turned his blue eyes to The Russian.
I think they changed from passionate to blazing.
“Yes we did Russian, now fuck
off,” he said.
Mm, this wasn’t going as well as I
thought. The Russian smirked.
“Come on, Nik, it’s for your own safety,”
The Russian said using his name instead of his nickname to indicate the
seriousness of the situation, I’m guessing.
I
heard Jim chuckling as I rose, grabbed my press kits, and departed to the media
room where we held a media briefing before home match days. It was in the
building next door and let me escape for a while so they could all talk about
true love and sausages without me present. I hadn’t given The Russian the full
picture and I would have to do that sooner rather than later. The media
conferences ran for about forty-five minutes at the most and the coach Johan
spoke along with a few of the players. It was great for me because I didn’t
have to set up ten separate interview times.
I
arrived at the room in the adjoining building, unlocked the room, turned on the
lights, cleaned the table at the front of the room and stuck four chairs behind
it. I put out some water glasses and a jug, propped the press kits near the
door and looked around. That was pretty much all that needed to be done. Usually
three or four players were required to the pre-match day press conferences so
the media could have access to them including Captain Lucas who had to be
there; they were rostered on to attend by Shayne and I knew Nik was one of them
this week. I opened a few of the windows and pulled back blinds to let the
natural light in. I glanced out through the window to the parking lot and saw
Nik’s SUV. He was here—probably inside showing everyone his bruised eye and
getting sympathy, poor baby. Next to his VW was Captain Lucas’s Ferrari and I
recognized our midfielder Josh’s Audi. Good, I like the lads to be here before
the media and not keep them waiting.
I
heard a noise and wheeled around. Nik was standing in the entrance way. My hand
went straight to my heart. “You scared the hell out of me,” I said, breathing
out.
He
smiled and walked towards me. His eyes were alight with interest, his smile
gorgeous and he walked with the confident air of a man who had it all—it was a
heady mix. Not to mention t hat man could
wear a suit—the Saints’ uniform was cut to perfection on him. Yep I’d like to
take that inside leg measurement. Hold up, I didn’t just say that... focus.
“Hello Sah-sha, miss me? I’ve missed you,” he teased me with an engaging smile.
Was that a dimple? No, not fair.
I
held my hands up and ordered him to stop.
“Don’t
come a step closer, Niklas,” I warned him. He stopped on the spot; it constantly
surprised me how good he was at following orders.
Nik
held up his hands in frustration and looked around. “What could go wrong now?”
I
shook my head. “You’ve got a game this Sunday, we’re not tempting fate,” I
said. “You look very... presentable by the way.”
Nik
grinned, that beautiful white teeth grin from his lovely tanned face surrounded
by his gorgeous cropped blond hair... I’d love to slip my tongue between his
lips.
“Presentable?
That’s a new one for me,” he said. “And you Sah-sha look delectable,” he
said, the word rolling off his tongue with his German lilt. “I love that dress
on you.”
“Thanks,” I said, looking
everywhere but at him. I was wearing a lightweight crepe, long-sleeved red dress
to below my knees with black leather boots. Not one of my own designs but one
of my personal faves that I had whipped up from a Vogue pattern. I had a
matching black velvet bowler hat in the office. He walked a step towards me and
I stepped back, hitting the desk. “Not a step further,” I warned him.
The Russian walked in. “I agree, Kaiser,
didn’t we just have that chat?”
Bless you Russian, you’re worth
every cent today, not most days, but today, yes.
Nik turned his blue eyes to The Russian.
I think they changed from passionate to blazing.
“Yes we did Russian, now fuck
off,” he said.
Mm, this wasn’t going as well as I
thought. The Russian smirked.
“Come on, Nik, it’s for your own safety,”
The Russian said using his name instead of his nickname to indicate the
seriousness of the situation, I’m guessing.
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