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“You mean ‘thanks Russian, you’re my hero?’” he said, and smiled.
“Don’t push your luck,” I said.
“Speaking of pushing my luck, I’ve got a bit of a problem,” he said, and sat back as our coffees and two muffins were delivered.
I think I stopped breathing; I just stared at him. A problem ... is his ex-girlfriend back? Does he not want a relationship right now? Does he want to focus on his sport? Crap, I hate men.
“What?” he asked. “Don’t look so freaked out.” He broke his muffin in half and began to eat it.
I breathed again. “You know, saying ‘I’ve got a problem’ for a guy is akin to a woman saying ‘we need to talk’” I said, and he grinned at me.
“Brooker, you think too much. My problem is that my delightful sisters—namely Ana and Nikki— showed my mother all the social media photos of our night at your Ball. Now Mom is insisting you come to dinner.”
“Really?” I brightened. I took a bite of my muffin now that the problem was actually a good thing and I could formulate saliva and swallow again.
“So, will you?” he asked, looking down on me with his big chocolate eyes.
Hell, try and keep me away.
“I’d be delighted,” I said, “thank you. Who would miss the chance to see where you sprung from?” I laughed at the thought.
“Hmm,” he sort of snorted. “Tomorrow night, Wednesday?”
“Tomorrow?” I gulped.
“Too soon?” he frowned. “I can tell Mom that another date might be better.”
“No, I’m free, tomorrow night is good. Thank you.” Make my day, make my month, make my ... you get the idea.
“I can pick you up after training, around seven?” he said.
“Where do you live?” I asked and he told me.
“I have a better idea,” I said. “I’m working at TheSports Daily tomorrow which is closer to your place than mine and I don’t finish until 6.30pm. Why don’t I come to your place straight after work and you drive from then?”
“So you’re not going to go home and spend two hours beautifying yourself for me?” he said, surprised. I narrowed my eyes at him, lucky I knew him well enough to know he was joking.
“I’ll powder my nose,” I assured him. “Might even spray a bit of perfume around.”
“Yep, you’re completely taken with me,” he said. “Give me your phone and I’ll put my address in.”
I think I had an orgasm as I handed over my phone and watched that beautiful man enter his address. Is that possible without being touched? I had now seen him Sunday night, spoken Monday, worked out together Tuesday and we were having dinner with his family Wednesday night.
I think maybe, just maybe, The Russian might like me too.
