As I walk into the room, sweat is pouring off my face. I put my stick against the wall and walk over to my spot on the bench. Grabbing my phone, I see that I have a message.
Rhonda:
Package was delivered this morning and was accepted by Sofia Barnes.
I smile as I put my phone down and hurry up in the shower. I put on shorts and a T-shirt with a team sweater. I grab the baseball hat, putting it on backward, my wallet and phone. “See you tonight, boys,” I say, rushing out of the room and to my car.
I arrive at her office twenty-five minutes later; the traffic was insane today. I go up the front stairs two at a time, pulling open the door and stepping in. A woman is standing at the desk. “Hi, can I help you?” she asks, looking me up and down.
“I’m here to speak to Sofia Barnes,” I reply, smiling at her. She picks up the phone and calls her. The woman turns around so I don’t hear her talking.
She turns around and puts the phone down. “She’ll be right out,” she says before she walks out of the room and down to where I know Sofia’s office is. I hear her heels before I see her.
She’s wearing a white tight skirt that goes to the middle of her calves but has a slit in the front that goes to her knees, the black shirt she is wearing is cut too low in the front for my liking, “What are you doing here?” she asks, smiling, but I can see she’s pissed. Her teeth are clenched together.
“I was making sure you got my gift,” I tell her, smiling. This morning I rushed into the rink and got one of my jerseys, and then hit up Rhonda, the public relations girl, asking her for two tickets to the game tonight. Then I begged her to make sure Sofia got it. I made it on the ice with a minute to spare. I now owe her a signed jersey from my grandfather.
“I did.” She nods her head at me.
“And?” I say, waiting.
“And nothing, I got it.” She folds her arms over her chest, making her tits push up.
I take a step closer to her. “Are you going to come?”
“No.” Fuck, she is so beautiful. “I don’t like hockey. I’m more a football fan these days.” Her eyes go a shade darker when she lies. And she moves her eyes from side to side.
“You are lying.” I point at her.
“I’m not lying,” she huffs.
I fold my own arms over my chest. “Then you definitely should come so you can see why you miss it.” I step even closer to her.
“I don’t miss it,” she insists so fast that she doesn’t have a chance to hide the lie.
“You know I can tell when you are lying.” I laugh.
“You don’t know me, Matthew,” she declares and I close the distance between us, standing toe to toe with her.
“Oh, I know you, baby,” I say softly, right before I step away from her. “See you tonight,” I tell her once I get to the door, “and wear my shirt.”
I open the door to step out. “When pigs fly,” is the last thing I hear before the door closes behind me.
sofia
He steps out, and the door shuts right when I say, “When pigs fly.” I stare at the door for a couple of seconds before the anger surges through me. I walk over and open the door right as he opens his car door. “You can’t just keep doing this, Matthew.”
He looks up at me, the smirk on his face going straight to a smile, making me want to kick him right in the shins with pointy-ass shoes on. “What can’t I be doing, Sofia?”
“Well, for one, you can’t just keep showing up here where I work,” I start there, “and two, you have to stop this whole thing.”
“I’m just coming to visit a friend and see if she wants to come and watch a hockey game.” He folds his arms over his chest and I wish he hadn’t because his arms just seem bigger.
“I’m not your friend, Matthew,” I inform him. “You asked me to talk and we did, but it’s time for us to both move on.” I stare at him, hoping to see something in his eyes to tell me he’s heard what I’ve said, but his eyes just twinkle. “I’m not doing this with you. I’m not playing this game.” Instead of giving him any chance to answer, I grab the door handle, stepping in.
“Nothing with us is a game,” he calls out right before the door shuts, giving him the last word. I think about going back out there and telling him to fuck off.
“Motherfucker!” I shout, and now I hear the sound of heels clicking on their way to me. They come out of the hallway one at a time. All of them looking around.