Page 17 of Rookie Move

She tried tofocus on her work—she tried so damn hard, but he was sitting at a desk a few steps away from hers and his voice was warming up all points in her body.

He’d occasionally slip a bit of his accent in. It was a combination of Canadian and Scottish that sounded hot. And he was doing it on purpose. He’d catch her eye and the corner of his mouth would tilt up.

She needed to ignore him. She had a ton of work to do. There were a few press releases to look over and she was working on two different contests with season ticket holders and their new puppy. They’d received a ton of suggestions for a name for the dog and people were already in love with him, thanks to how stinking cute he was and the playful videos the team had posted on their social media accounts.

She had to work on a few items for Amanda and the team foundation too.

Very busy.

No time for distractions.

“Rylie. Question for you,” Desmond said.

Gah.Even the way he said her name was too much.

She took in a deep breath and looked up at him.

“Yes.”

He held up the piece of paper she’d given him with the season ticket holders’ names. “I need to show you something.”

She pushed back from her chair. “What is it?” she asked, stopping next to him.

She bit back a shudder when he trailed his thumb over her hand.

“Desmond,” she warned when he turned his chair to face her.

“Just needed to touch you,” he said, his eyes blazing, and she tamped down the need firing up in her belly.

“You can’t do that. Did you have a question?”

“Have dinner with me.”

“That doesn’t sound like a question.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“Desmond. Please.”

“I love it when you say that,” he said, and she held back her moan.

“Hey, guys, you ready for me?” Baz asked, startling Rylie so much that she almost tripped over her feet.

She froze when Desmond’s hand fell to the small of her back—luckily out of Baz’s sight. She shifted away.

“Yes. I have a list for you too. Thanks to both of you for doing this,” she said, getting a hold of herself and stepping away from Desmond’s touch.

She shouldn’t miss it as much as she did.

“You being good, Nessie?” Baz asked as Rylie grabbed the list for him.

“What? Always. You’re the troublemaker, not me,” Desmond said.

“I’m offended by that,” Baz said, his hand to his chest. “I’m a constant delight. Did you hear they made a bobblehead of me for opening night?”

Desmond laughed. “Yeah. I told Rylie it would go to your head.”

Baz shook his head, imitating a bobblehead. “Whatever.”

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