So much for her giving me an out.

“I asked how old Ms. Corse is,” I repeat.

“She is twenty-two years old,” she replies, eyeing me suspiciously. “Is that a problem?”

Fortunately, before I can answer, the elevator stops, and we get out. I don't know if that's a problem. Twenty-two is extremely young. To me, that means she just graduated from college. We all know that she only has this job because Corse is her father. Under other circumstances, she probably wouldn't even be allowed to make coffee for clients like me. My next problem is that if I really like Corse Sports Management, I can't criticize the owner's daughter. Right?

“Please wait here,” she asks me.

I nod and agree. I take my phone out of my pocket.

+1 new message from Alex

*Alex: How is it going?

*Noah: I just got into the office.

“Mr. McCarter is here now, Ms. Corse.” The employee doesn't speak very quietly. “Shall I invite him in?”

I can't hear Ms. Corse's answer, no matter how hard I try. But when the woman turns to me, whose name I either still don't know or haven't memorized, I know I can enter.

“Please,” she says, making an inviting gesture with her hand. I nod and walk past her into the office.

“Thank you,” I say as my last word to her.

And as soon as I enter Ms. Corse's office, I am stunned. Standing in front of me is the woman from the bar I was trying to get out of my mind.

This can't be true. I can't be that lucky, can I?

Cara. My Cara from the bar is Cara Catherine Corse? Holy shit.

I stare at her with my mouth hanging open, and she seems to still be getting over the initial shock of seeing me like this.

“Mr. McCarter,” she greets me in a businesslike tone that irritates me at first. I picked up her fork. Wow, that sounds even dumber than ‘I carried a watermelon’ from Dirty Dancing1.

Cara comes over and holds out her hand.

I look at her without saying a word. Cara is wearing a knee-length, tight-fitting red dress with long sleeves and a round neckline that looks nice and seems perfectly appropriate for the office. The high heels on her feet make her look much taller than she is. Her makeup is heavier than in the bar. Her lips are a seductive red and her hair is loose over her shoulders.

“Nice to meet you. Cara Corse. Welcome to Corse Sports Management.”

She extends her hand invitingly, which I take.

“Hello,” I reply a little grumpy because she doesn't greet me more personally. “Noah McCarter. Nice to meet you too.”

1 Dirty Dancingis an American romantic drama dance film(1987).

3

Cara

Seeing Noah again as my new client is a shock. Our meeting at the bar was not only too short, but also incredibly awkward. I had hoped he would come back so we could talk some more. But Marina suddenly felt sick. An unpleasant side effect of pregnancy. So, she asked me to drive her home.

I've been thinking about Noah for the past few days. Now he's standing in my office and wants me to represent him from now on. At least that's what I think. I never expected him to be a professional athlete, let alone the quarterback of the Boston Foxes. I have to say that I'm not particularly interested in football. The players are just people like you and me. Not demigods, as many fans like to claim. Their private lives interest me even less. Noah is supposed to get the Foxes back on track this season and take over from my dad. I've heard his name a few times because my dad has nothing else to talk about at the moment. I wish I had listened to him more and googled the new quarterback. Then I would have known that Noah from the bar and Noah McCarter, quarterback of the Boston Foxes, are one and the same.

“Why don't you take a seat,” I offer him timidly. “What can I get you to drink?”

Noah looks at me skeptically but says nothing as he sits down on the couch in my office. I take the documents and my MacBook off the desk and sit down in the chair next to him. Admittedly, he looks even better than he did a few days ago in the bar. The shadow of his beard is more pronounced, and his black shirt clings to his toned chest. The top buttons are undone, giving me a glimpse of his tanned skin. This man is incredibly sexy and handsome.