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“Both,” I said, flipping the page. “I’ve been swamped with work, and it's not letting me get laid.”
It wasn’t a lie. I was really working a lot and I needed a stress reliever in the form of Easton and Noemi.
“Maybe you need to go to the club, find a woman for a night and release some tension.” He leaned forward on my desk.
I should just tell him I’m in a contract, that way he would leave me alone but I didn’t want him to ask who was in the contract.
“Yeah, I need to go find someone,” I said, dismissively. “What the hell is this?”
“That’s the counteroffer for the hockey team,” he said, sounding exasperated. “The owner is driving a hard game thinking he can dictate what he wants, but we both know that no one wants this team.”
“If they don’t get an offer, they are going to go bankrupt,” I said feeling more annoyed the more I looked at the counteroffer. “Let’s pull out, I think that will get him worried, and he will take whatever we have to give.”
“He has more to lose than we do,” Lincoln said, running his hand through his hair. “I won’t be heartbroken if we don’t get the team, it’s a lot of work we both don’t need.”
“I agree, if he’s going to be an ass, thinking he can call the shots, I’d rather not deal with him,” I said, leaning back. “I think if we want to back off for a moment, he’ll?—”
The loud shrill of a phone cut me off. Lincoln checked it, answering right away.
“Yeah?”
I opened my phone wondering if Noemi or Easton replied. No new messages made disappointment hit me hard. Clenching my jaw, I didn’t know how I felt about my response. I didn’t do relationships because I wasn’t emotionally available, and I hated being tied down, but here I was so desperate for them that I felt like I was the young naïve man I used to be. The man who had hearts in his eyes and loved being in a relationship.
“Speak of the devil,” Lincoln’s voice snapped me out of my reverie.
I raised my eyebrow, “Who?”
“The owner of the Cougars wants us to come check out a game and maybe talk shop,” Lincoln said, still holding his phone to his ear.
“He’s second guessing his large demand,” I said, with a smirk. “When does he want us to go?”
“Tomorrow at seven,” he said quickly. “But I can’t do it tomorrow.”
I had a meeting I needed to go to, but this sounded infinitely better.
“I can go if you want, or should we do this together?”
“I think it will be better if only one of us goes,” he said, looking thoughtful. “We can say that I’m not on board, but you wanted to take a look at the team and see what he has to say.”
“I think that is reasonable, we can make him sweat even more,” I chuckled.
“Hey,” Lincoln responded to whoever was on the phone with him.
I immediately opened our chat.
Me: Disregard that last message. We are going to a hockey game, dress warm and casual. Meet me at my place at five.
Noemi: Hockey?! Fuck yes! I’ve always wanted to go.
Noemi: I think one of my room mates has a jersey.
Noemi: Would painting my face be too much?
I laughed at her quick texts, thinking this was definitely going to be better than that meeting.
Easton: I really hope face painting isn’t required.
Noemi: I think it should be mandatory, maybe just some eyeliner. So when Vincent fucks your face, rivers of black will look hot on that pretty boy face.
