Page 85 of These Pucking Boys

I leave her office as fast as I can. I’m sure the guys will be more than happy to visit my school. But that’s Melissa’s territory, and I don’t want to go over her head by asking them directly.

In my classroom, I shoot her a text asking if I can call her. I know Principal Prescott wants an answer as soon as possible. She likes things done quickly.

Melissa’s reply comes a couple of minutes later.

This is freaky. I was about to text you. Are you free now?

Yeah.

She calls right away, and I answer on the first ring. “Hey, good morning.”

“Hi, June. How was your weekend?” she asks in a cheery tone.

“It was great.”

“Did you have fun at the party?”

“Honestly, no. But I did afterward.”

I’m not sure why I’m being so candid with Melissa. I have to remember that she works with the guys, and if anything, her loyalty is to them.

“I bet. And I’m sorry the party was a bust. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you’re free to have dinner with me tonight.”

Melissa wants to have dinner with me? I’m shocked and a little worried too.

“Uh, yeah. I don’t have anything planned.”

“Great. I’ll text you the address. Shoot, my boss is calling me. I have to go. See you later.”

“Bye,” I reply, but she’s no longer on the line.

I stare at my phone for a moment and wonder what Melissa wants to talk about. Maybe she found out about my weekend adventures with the guys and wants me to stop. No, that doesn’t make any sense. If anything, she encouraged me to be with them.

A knock on the door makes me jump in my chair. “Good morning, June.”

“Jesus, Katrina. You scared me.”

“Sorry. Why were you staring at your phone with such concentration?” She pulls up a chair from the front row and sits across from me.

“Melissa invited me to have dinner with her tonight. What do you think she wants?”

“Melissa is the Titans VP of Marketing, right?”

“Yeah.”

Katrina smirks. “Maybe she wants to talk PR strategy, since you’re banging her three star players.”

“Katrina! Shush. Someone could hear you.”

She laughs. “Who? Only the hard-working bees like ourselves and Prescott are around this early.”

“You don’t know that. But anyway, I’m a little nervous about having dinner with her. What if she wants the opposite?”

Katrina raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like she tells me I should stay away from the guys.”

Katrina tilts her head. “Why would she do that? She’s a boss lady, and I doubt she cares if her players are stuffing you like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

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